The Evil Flood Dragon lay motionless amid the ruins, blood seeping out of the rubble and covering the ground.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the Evil Flood Dragon's body twitched, shaking off some debris.
But Wang Sheng was not panicked at all.
He had now fused his Qi Blood Power with the "God," making his senses extremely sharp. At such close range, he could clearly tell whether a creature was alive or not.
The Evil Flood Dragon had been beaten to death by his punches; the twitching was just a normal reaction.
The internal structure of the body was almost destroyed; it appeared intact, but inside there was hardly any part left whole.
"It's weaker than I thought!"
He had anticipated a tough battle with the Evil Flood Dragon, but in fact, it barely put up any resistance against him.
Of course, this might also have to do with the fact that the Evil Flood Dragon did not use its trump card moves.
But this was exactly what he had wanted.
