The sound of bones fracturing echoed from the end of the sky dome.
The dark red demon dragon, with a body winding for hundreds of meters, was twisting frantically among the clouds. At the location of the reversed scale, pierced by the roc's sharp talons, torrents of demon dragon blood sprayed out like a waterfall, dyeing the sky dome and the land red.
"Die for me!"
The thunder rolled within the roc's throat and exploded, as its sharp claws suddenly contracted. The demon dragon's tough dragon scales shattered like glass, and the moment the cyan-gray dragon tendon was torn from its body, a mournful sound like the snapping of a zither string was emitted.
The Dragon Head Demon King, reverting to its original form, saw countless scenes in fear and agony.
