As the dust and smoke dissipated, Gu Chenxiao’s figure emerged. Everyone could clearly see the wounds on his body healing at a visible speed, accompanied by flickering rays of colorful light.
"This is the end," Han Zong declared, his sword poised as he hovered in the firmament. The old magic dragon circled beneath him, putting on a show of force, having finally vented some of its pent-up rage. It was already calculating how to devour Gu Chenxiao, Chen Xuan, and Qiye all at once to mend its own primordial wounds.
"You’re right. It is time to end this."
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