It was the king of the mighty dragon race, yet it had suffered a loss in front of a bunch of ants.
If this incident were to spread, it would probably lose all its face.
How could these two remain alive!
"Kill!"
"Kill this guy!"
Ye Ling, watching the demon dragon take to the sky, roared furiously and charged forth.
Like lightning, Ye Jiu's body shot into the air, heading straight for the demon dragon.
"Boss, let me do this!"
Ye Jiu's figure leapt, directly intercepting Ye Ling, who was charging at the demon dragon.
Then Ye Jiu clenched his fists tightly.
Within his fists, there was a dazzling golden light frantically leaping about.
"Dragon Fist!"
Ye Jiu bellowed, his movement speed surging as he charged at the demon dragon, leaving only a trace of afterimages.
"Boom!"
His fist, like a cannonball, blasted out, heavily colliding with the demon dragon's chest.
The supposedly indestructible scales could not withstand Ye Jiu's terrifying punch.