Ning Fan shook his head, then held up the brown meatball and placed it into the grave hole. Just as he was dispersing his power, he discovered that the two colorful threads were still connected to the Black Dragon's corpse.
"What's happening here?"
The confusion in Ning Fan's eyes flashed by, then his expression changed to one of urgency.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Ning Fan shouted uncontrollably, as nothing is more infuriating than being unable to control one's own body.
That's right! The power within Ning Fan was out of control again.
At this moment, Ning Fan only felt as if there was a waterfall of power inside him, cascading down with colorful light points pouring out madly.
And the direction they're pouring towards...
Ning Fan looked with displeasure at the Black Dragon in the pit.
The light points pouring out of his body were slowly flowing into the Black Dragon along those two colorful threads.
"So that's how it is."
