"Bang—!"
The clatter of gunfire echoed throughout, and the players' trust in the caliber of their weapons resoundingly shattered Morrag's faith in the Dragon God.
Golden scales were penetrated by lead bullets, and scalding blood sprayed into the air.
He stared with eyes wide in disbelief, ultimately collapsing in humiliation on the ground.
As his life force ebbed away, his swollen body visibly shrunk at a speed noticeable to the naked eye and quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, becoming even smaller than before.
He looked like a dried-out gecko.
Watching the High Priest lying on the ground, a furiously enraged Zerick suddenly regained composure, as if he were grasping at the last straw of life.
He knew.
He stood no chance of winning, alive though he was, death was all but indistinguishable.
"Zerick... remember my name, I will not let you go even as a ghost."
"Is that so."
Luo Yan smiled faintly, uttering the words that sent Zerick into an abyss of ice.
