Black blood flowed like a stream, and the dense blood energy filled the air, exuding a scorching breath.
The tiger embryo fell, turning into a fleshy mass resembling a placenta, falling to the ground, slightly undulating as if it were a heart, giving off bursts of foul stench.
Suddenly, the air seemed to solidify, and dead silence enveloped the moonlit night.
Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Zhou Dao with awe-filled faces.
The inscrutable demon beast had perished like this, killed by the mysterious strongman before them.
The five commanders had joined forces but failed to harm it.
At this moment, Wu Yingyuan's face trembled slightly, and his heart stirred, unable to calm down for a long time.
As a commander, he had seen a lot and had been involved in many battles.
But in front of Zhou Dao, for a moment, he became somewhat at a loss.
For such powerful individuals, Wu Yingyuan didn't know the other party's background, so he didn't know how to speak to them.
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