C60 Golden Feather Tower

Jiang Dao's grip tightened, and Pang Dragon's head was crushed to a pulp, red and white matter splattering in all directions. The skull, mingled with flesh and blood, presented a ghastly scene.

Pang Dragon's decapitated body thudded to the ground, twitching in a futile struggle before falling still.

Jiang Dao fixed his gaze on the lifeless form, then brought his foot down hard