The colossal beast collapsed to the ground, its entire spine snapping into two pieces from the middle, with the shattered plate-like scales wilting away like wood chips.
Liang Qu stretched out his arms and advanced a step forward, the Dragon Spirit Silk wafting gracefully as he landed firmly on the ground.
Mud and sand settled, the dust and smoke dispersed.
Fubo, with a slanted gesture to the sky of the Zhuan Xu Tian, watched the blood water that remained within the roaring tiger's engraved patterns flow with the water, unfurling a vivid crimson banner.
Liang Qu stood before the Ironhead Fish, his eyes blazing like torches, truly resembling a recluse with the power to subdue Water Demons.
Everyone's gaze shifted to the water corpse and then back to Liang Qu, before settling again on the water corpse.
The Ironhead Fish, with its skin split and flesh burst open, appeared as if exhumed from a grave, subjected to post-mortem whipping.
