Death of The Millennium Owl

"Kill..." Yang Dingtian let out a loud scream as he rushed down, ignoring the boulders and rocks that were falling, ignoring the surging magma below.

He fell three thousand meters.

Five thousand meters.

Eight thousand meters.

"Pop..." Yang Dingtian's body fell on the top of the Millennium Owl and his quality Bloody Black Gold Sword stabbed fiercely into its wound.

"Hiss..." The Millennium Owl that had already been petrified by the Deep Sea Xuan poison immediately yelled a long, sharp, and depressed scream.

The Millennium Owl was in extreme pain. It wanted to struggle fiercely, but it couldn't move. Its huge, fiery eyes trembled strongly. It tried to keep its eyes open, but eventually, they still closed slowly.