Ch 47: The Dragon’s Last Breath
The Death Dragon, buried deep within the earth, struggled to breathe.
Each shallow gasp was labored, its immense lungs failing under the crushing weight of the invisible force Ye Tian had unleashed.
The once-mighty beast, the scourge of kingdoms and destroyer of legends, was now nothing more than a dying relic of its former glory.
Its voice trembled, hoarse and barely audible, as it attempted to speak through the pain.
Blood trickled from its jaws, pooling into the deep crevice its battered body had created in the ground.
Above it, Ye Tian descended slowly, his radiant aura dimming with every passing second.
He landed softly at the edge of the massive crater, his boots kicking loose pebbles into the abyss.
Settling down onto the jagged edge of the crevice, he perched like a casual spectator admiring the scene of his own triumph.
His lips curled into a soft chuckle, a low, mocking sound that echoed through the silence.