The guy with only one head left laughed wildly, as if avenging a great hatred.
However, the next second, he completely lost the opportunity to laugh.
Because...
Swish!!!
A cold light swept across, and the guy who originally laughed suddenly paused, then the next moment, his body fell down separately from the left and right ends.
Split in two, body and mind extinguished, silently dead.
At the same time, within the fortress of the Human Race, the original terrifying pressure had already dissipated.
Only to see a slightly thin old man, squatting on the fortress unknowingly.
"Feasting on one's own kin is something only beasts would do. Could it be that all the Holy Dragon Race are beasts?"
The old man spoke, with undisguised mockery.
However, facing such ridicule, the Guardian, contrary to his previous arrogance, did not fly into a rage, but looked at the old man with an incredible gaze.
