long wuji

"is this the legendary battle saint dragon?"

at the end of the cave, bai wushang stopped and looked up at the dragon's shadow on the wall, his face full of disbelief.

it was too miserable.

it was more like a corpse that had been tortured than a imprisoned dragon.

most of the dragon scales on its body had fallen off, and it was difficult to see a single intact piece of the remaining dragon scales.

the surface of its body was uneven in many places, as if its flesh and blood had been dug out by some sharp weapon.

the dragon's horn was broken, the four limbs were nailed to the wall in an unnatural way, and the whole wall and the ground were stained black by the dark blood ...

the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, much pungent than the extreme evil demon ape's near-death state. bai wushang didn't even dare to take a big breath, for fear that he wouldn't be able to control his instinctive reaction and would start retching.