The Black Dragon has entered a near-death state.
Chen Feng was certain that the sub-divine artifact had pierced through the opponent's skull, even causing the brain matter to boil. This was undoubtedly a cruel way to die, but Chen Feng had no other choice; faced with such a beast, he must give his all.
The demon's face was somewhat grim.
When the blade had just penetrated the Black Dragon's body, a splash of fresh blood spattered onto his cheek, and immediately, a burning sensation coursed through Chen Feng's senses.
No.
It wasn't just burning; to be precise, it was a strong corrosive feeling.
The skin slowly began to fester, but the energy within his body was working defensively, trying to ward off the attack of the Black Dragon's energy. Before long, new tissue grew over his body, and the Black Dragon's blood plasma vanished.
Even more horrifying is that this was not the end, but merely the beginning.
"Thump..."
