On the Golden Light River, Li Yuanqing grabbed the Black Dragon's neck with one hand, as if he was dragging a chick.
The insufferably arrogant Black Dragon had already completely turned into a cold body. He hung on Li Yuanqing's hand and could not move. An irregular-shaped hole in front of him was constantly twisting and healing at an extremely slow speed under the effect of the spatial power beside him.
Just as Li Yuanqing attacked from three sides and was about to kill the Black Dragon, Black Dragon actually left his body with his divine sense and opened a spatial passageway to forcefully escape. His body, which he had cultivated for thousands of years, was left behind as he fled back to the Immortal World in a panic.
Little Dot looked at the corpse hanging on Li Yuanqing's hand with a burning gaze. His little hand kept touching the limp corpse.
Seeing this, Spirit Child was even more agile. He opened his mouth and bit the black dragon's thigh.