Amid the ashes, two charred half-corpses lay.
Why say half-corpses?
Because Fang Heng and Zeng Biao were not yet completely dead.
They were barely breathing.
Looking at the two men, who were at death's door, the Black Flood Dragon King showed no emotion as its claw descended again, easily slicing open the armor on their bodies.
Fang Heng and Zeng Biao had no strength left to resist and let the sharp dragon claws pierce directly into their chests.
When the Black Flood Dragon King lifted its claws, the two men were already on the brink of death.
However, there was still a faint sign of life within them.
Yang Xiaotian landed in front of the two men, a sharp sword appearing in his hand, which he plunged into Fang Heng's throat just as he had done to Zhang Hao of the Mohe Divine Sect, inch by inch it sank in until it emerged from the back of his neck.
Blood kept seeping along the blade.
