The enormous Dragon Corpse lay stretched out across this place. Having pierced Ancestral Dragon's skull, causing his Primordial Spirit to die, white brain matter mixed with fresh blood, and on the shattered dragon head, the terrifying claw-shaped holes were shocking to the eye,
and there was also the Ancestral God's body, crushed into a pulp, with clear fingerprints left on the collapsed flesh shell, blood overflowing everywhere, leaving only a head without its Primordial Spirit, staring with its eyes and soaking in the blood.
It could be said that at this moment, Xiao Chen was shocked to the extreme. Those were Ancestral God corpses!
It is known that not many Ancestral Gods are born even in the history of a civilization, yet here lay five, all killed by horrifying means.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from behind him.
"Swish"
