The primeval zombie dragon
This immemorial zombie dragon had come in a strange manner, and its assembled body was like a marionette that was filled with a sense of disharmony. However, its movement speed was extremely fast, like light, shadow, and lightning. The negative black gas surging all over its body suddenly spread out toward the entire inner world with the zombie dragon as the center.
It was a universe level negative emotion that had been accumulated for a long time.
"Great purification!"
Wang Muyu stretched out his little hand and pointed in the air, and a Holy ray burst out from his fingertip. This was one of the three thousand heavenly Dao spells, and Wang Muyu had learned it under Wang Ling's guidance a long time ago, so he could master it almost instantly.