C1377 Humiliation

A sardonic smile played at the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth. "Do you really think a ragged piece of clothing can stop me?"

In a blur of motion, Zhou Yan moved with the swiftness of the wind, his finger jabbing precisely at the head of the Black Flood Dragon. The creature's skull was punctured, blood gushing forth.

The Black Flood Dragon let out a mournful wail, its face ashen with pain