On the Golden Light River, Li Yunqing grabbed the neck of the black dragon's body with one hand, as if he was dragging a little chick.
The insufferably arrogant black dragon had now completely turned into a cold body. It hung on Li Yuanqing's hand, unable to move.
In front of him was an irregularly-shaped hole. It was constantly distorting and healing at an extremely slow speed under the effect of spatial power.
Just when Li Yuanqing attacked from three sides and took down the black dragon, he was about to kill it.
The Black Dragon had actually separated his consciousness from his body and opened up a spatial passageway to forcefully escape.
The body that he had cultivated for thousands of years was left behind and he fled back to the immortal world in a panic.
Xiao Dian looked at the corpse hanging on Li Yuanqing's hand with a burning gaze. Its small hand kept touching the limp corpse.