He landed heavily on the ground, his breath already weak.

It looks like it has really failed.

Lao Hou!?

Ling Tian frowned and turned around, unable to believe that Lao Hou was defeated like this.

He and Lao Hou had just met again.

If Lao Hou died like this, Ling Tian really couldn't accept it.

"No, that's not right. Look, what is that thing in the mouth of the Hell Flame?"

"Yes, it's the dragon head!"

"It seems to be a dragon head!"

"It's Zhulong's head. This Hell Flame Jiao actually bit off Zhulong's head!"

At this time, all the ghost tribes suddenly cheered.

Ling Tian also frowned, and then saw that although Lao Hou's aura was weak, he was seriously injured.

But what he was biting firmly in his mouth was indeed the dragon's head.
Chapter completed!