This strange scene made all the mortals in the viewing area tremble with fear and had no idea why. They looked at Qingshi standing calmly and felt an inexplicable chill.

"What's going on?"

"How could that monster attack me on its own?"

"It's cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. It doesn't feel pain?"

"Burning itself, why does it seem like it saw Qingshi being attacked?"

"What kind of method is this?"

"The Wind God Winged Demon Dragon was controlled by Qingshi silently?"

It's scary to watch, and it's baffling to watch.

That is a magical beast, which is much more powerful than humans in terms of blood. Within the same level, unless it is a peerless genius, it is generally no match.

When Xue Ying faced this level, he narrowly escaped death several times and finally won with great difficulty.

However, the scene in front of me was too weird.

In the extraordinary area, many powerful men suddenly opened their eyes in shock.

"Mr. Chao, could this be Qingshi's method?" Changfeng Knight seemed to have guessed it and asked for confirmation.

The other strong men also looked over.

Some Feitian-level experts still had shocked looks on their faces, and deep fear was clearly hidden in their eyes.

Chao Qing smiled: "Xiaoqiu, tell me your guess?"

At this time, the Wind God Winged Demon Dragon was already dying, but it was still roaring crazily: "The genius of the human race, what a waste, you can't even resist one of my moves, waste, waste! Hahaha, so happy, painful...!"

The sound became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

The flame disappeared and the wind blade collapsed.

A flash of confusion flashed through the remaining eye of the Wind God-Winged Demonic Dragon, and a look of horror appeared. It opened its mouth again, stimulating the only bit of life force it had, and cried out in horror: "I, I actually...

Dismembered myself? Burned myself to death?!"
Chapter completed!