About a minute later, standing on the Bone Dragon's half-head, Wang Zhifan still didn't see any signs of revival in the Bone Dragon. Its body lay honestly sprawling at the abyss bottom, seemingly beyond recovery, truly dead.
"No way... isn't this guy supposed to be the Undying Demon Dragon? Could it be that even my blade aura suppression is irresistible?"
Wang Zhifan was somewhat taken aback. Although he killed the Bone Dragon with one strike, he had expected to witness its revival. After all, its strength wasn't weak, and the name it shouted earlier was thunderous, unlikely to be suppressed by the accompanying effect of his blade aura.
