The Demon Suppressing Golden Ring fell and tightened abruptly.
The Purple-eyed Bone Dragon was bound all over, and the golden light subdued the demon. Its corrosive poison gas met its nemesis like an oil barrel meeting a fire sea, igniting instantly.
Boom!
The massive body fell to the ground.
"Roar!"
"Roar roar roar!"
The Purple-eyed Bone Dragon roared in pain, rolling incessantly, clearly enduring unimaginable torment.
It was a dead soul bone dragon, able to thrive even in the Corrosion Demon Cave that repelled the living. Yet now, its pair of purple eyes, trembling in agony, leaked wisps of Netherworld Ghost Fire.
"Are you willing to submit?"
Lu Qingfeng approached the writhing Purple-eyed Bone Dragon, his voice clear.
"Are you willing to submit?"
"Are you willing to submit?"
"Are you willing to submit?"
