On the ground.
Liu Yian's face was blank.
How many breaths time was that?
He hadn't even left, and the battle was already over?
A Dharmakaya Level of the Demon race, could still be killed like this?
At this moment, his mind surged with one doubtful thought after another.
His entire being suddenly filled with a surreal sense of unreality.
Could it be... everything that just happened, was it all a hallucination before his approaching death?
Liu Yian immediately fell into self-doubt.
Meanwhile, up in mid-air.
Qin Zheng was fondling the three Demon Cores in his hand, while a strand of his consciousness glanced over the information on the Merit Scroll.
A few breaths later, his consciousness returned, and he directed his gaze toward the Dragon of Chen Hall in front of him.
Counting the three Dharmakayas he had previously killed, plus the three he had just slain, the Dragon of Chen Hall had a total of six Dharmakayas.
