The red dragon finally fell.
He might never have dreamed that he would die at the hands of three unknown beasts instead of the dragon emperor.
The huge red dragon lay on the ground, motionless. It had completely lost its breath.
With the crisis resolved, Huanhuan heaved a sigh of relief. She said to the Wisdom Tree, "Thank you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt all her strength drain out of her. Her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground involuntarily.
Xue Ling flew over quickly and picked her up.
He watched as Huanhuan shrank again and became a short little girl.
The aftereffects of the dragon blood appeared again.
Huanhuan had expected this. She immediately took out a small dress from her space and hid under Xue Ling's wings to change.
You Xue had returned to her human form. She was holding a green conch in her hand. Her eyes were red and swollen. She had clearly just cried. She looked panicked, and the sound of the conch seemed to be echoing in her ears.
