The group of people were wailing and crying, their voices piercing the clouds as they walked through the sky.
Five vermilion coffins, very oppressive, carried the remains of five dragons, not even leaving intact corpses behind; in some coffins, there was only a pool of blood left.
Who could have imagined that the five dragons of the mighty Wang Family, so influential and commanding across the nine heavens and earth, would die like this, and it was Wang Changsheng who personally killed them!
"Ah..." Someone was weeping, shedding tears of blood, but what could be done?
To seek revenge meant patricide, the descendants of the five dragons were filled with a myriad of emotions, their hearts sour and complicated, to have reached this point.
However, they knew that the Wang Family had avoided a calamity!
The same cause had once yielded a different result, the reality was so unpredictable.
