The next moment, Nian Bing's body heavily crashed upon the shattered dragon egg, and his vision went dark—finally, he lost all consciousness, as the last thread of life quietly slipped away.
However, no one noticed that, beneath Nian Bing, the gray mist of the young dragon about to hatch from the egg seeped into his body right behind the hole in his back.
All seven Dragon Kings shuddered violently, vomiting a mist of blood. Yao Yue's heart surged with alarm, and to his astonishment, he discovered that although the dragon egg had been destroyed, the Seven Dragon Kings had not been as severely injured as he had imagined.
The first to charge was Fire Dragon King Garmandis, with a heart full of sorrow and rage. A layer of purplish-red energy condensed on the surface of his fist. The Fire Dragon King was furious, never in his tens of thousands of years of existence had he felt such anger as he did in that moment.