章節 587: The Ninth Gift!

Han Mountain Bell was sent back!

The Nine-Headed Dragon disintegrated!

The small Candle Dragon only had its head remaining and not much life force left. At that moment, it was tossed far away!

Anger appeared on Di Tian's face. This sort of dishevelled state was something that was incredibly rarely seen on his person.

"You're just an imitation of the Great Eastern Wasteland Desert Bell, how dare you try and seal me?!"

Di Tian's hair was a mess. His left hand had originally been black, but was rapidly regaining its actual skin color. Black liquid fell from the two wounds from the small snake, and by the looks of it, before long, he would be completely recovered.

Right at the moment Di Tian took a huge step forward, and in his anger was fully intent to end what he believed was a farce, a chilling glare appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Immediately, as the clouds in the sky tumbled, a shocking, thunderous roar traveled forth.