This guy seems to have given up the struggle, no longer trying to twist its neck and body.
With its head bent backward and tied to its long neck, it gives off the impression of waiting for slaughter.
However, Zong Shen knows that the Black Handsome Guy has certainly not given up the struggle so quickly.
Because it still has quite a bit of blood volume left, enough for it to cause trouble once more.
Zong Shen looked at its body that was bound.
Its head was covered by the alloy capture net, its neck tied up with wire, and its body stuck to the ground by the crisscrossed bone cage.
It was scarred all over, even the palm-sized beautiful dragon scales had fallen off quite a bit.
Blood dripped onto the ground, immediately withering the green grass, and even the soil bubbled out yellow foam.
On its sturdy hind legs was still pinned Gujate's steel bone spear.
Those Lords and soldiers it killed and sent fleeing in disarray were much weaker than it.
