The whole scene was silent.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
The Old Dragon King looked incredulously at the bodies of the three dragon clansmen, his eyes blazing with rage; he stared fixedly at Lin Heng, his blood boiling uncontrollably, with an impulse to battle fiercely.
Ying Zheng was also stunned and lost in thought; he took a deep breath, staring at Lin Heng.
The corpse aura shrouded his face, making it impossible for outsiders to see his expression, let alone know the turmoil within his heart at that moment.
The atmosphere became solidified, oppressive, and subtle because of Lin Heng's sword.
Mencius, seeing this situation from behind, couldn't help but frown, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.
Cyan Snake, holding the body of White Snake, also gazed here in a daze, showing a bit of concern.
The strong observers from various worlds held their breath, as if they too were on the scene, becoming involuntarily tense.
