Zhu Minglang followed the vast indentation he had torn open with his sword on the seafloor, moving forward.
He glanced at the head of the Holy Candle Dragon King and found that this Holy Candle Dragon King was already on its last breath.
The once invincible Dragon King also had a moment of demise. If Zhao Yu had been determined to fight to the death with him, his Holy Candle Dragon King could have contended with him for a while; this attempt to flee was no different from sending the dragon to its death.
However, after walking several circles on the seafloor, Zhu Minglang had not seen the young Prince Zhao Yu.
"Can you smell his blood? He should have been seriously injured by me too," Zhu Minglang inquired of the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.
The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon nodded, swimming from behind Zhu Minglang, its feathers once again turning into a dark hue.
Zhu Minglang jumped onto its back, searching along the sloping seafloor.