Whoosh!
The Divine Coffin broke through the sky, hanging mid-air with its lid opening. A white deer stepped out from the void, looking down at the huge pit below as powerful white Rule Power furiously gathered around it.
Roar!
The Demon Flood Dragon soared into the sky, emitting a sky-shaking roar; its momentum appeared strong, but its voice sounded incredibly weak.
Its body was covered in black scales that were shattered, its skin split and flesh burst open, and fresh blood dyed its body red. Even the horn on its head was broken, making it look extremely ragged.
"It's still not dead."
Chu Xin, seated on the lid of the coffin, drank some Beast Milk, looking at the Demon Flood Dragon with some surprise.
"Nanny, beat him up."
Chu Chen drank his Beast Milk while swinging his chubby little fists.
The white deer nodded and said, "He is now at the end of his rope. He must be killed today."
