But Shen Yanxiao never thought that the dragons she would see for the first time would be so pitiful.

This group of hegemons in the air were now tied up in cages. They were unable to soar through the sky, trapped in

the iron fences.

Shen Yanxiao swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

This was a humiliation to the dragons!

In the center of the room, several chains were tied to a translucent gla.s.s ball. Inside the translucent gla.s.s ball, a

bright red heart was beating constantly, and in the inner wall of the gla.s.s ball were streaks of ice-blue electric light

striking an inch on the heart.

Shen Yanxiao's heart suddenly ached, and she could not breathe properly; it was as if someone were gripping her

neck.

How inhuman were they in the end that they could do such an insane thing!

The eight-winged golden dragon died, but those people did not even let go of its corpse. The heart of the dragon was

taken out and, with the help of forbidden techniques, it was constantly stimulated by magic, so that it never stopped

beating and emitting the dragon might.

All for the sake of suppressing the four dragons in this room!

Shen Yanxiao suddenly took out the long bow in her storage ring and quickly placed ten arrows on the bowstring.

After which, the ten arrows flew towards the chains like lightning with a sharp pull of her fingers.

The clear and loud clanking sound echoed in the room.

Ten iron chains broke apart, and Shen Yanxiao continued to shoot.

Dozens of arrows were released by her in the blink of an eye, and the gla.s.s ball that had lost its bind fell suddenly

from a great height.

Lan Fengli suddenly rushed over, flying straight into the air to catch the falling gla.s.s ball steadily.

When Lan Fengli landed on the ground, the four dragons in the darkroom released mournful cries.

The powerful Dragon Race, making such a sound, left everyone in the room dejected.

For the sake of one's own selfishness, he even harmed his former allies.

“Little Feng, smash it and let the golden dragon rest in peace.” Shen Yanxiao's voice appeared a little stiff. She

didn't know why but when she saw the dragon's heart, a throb appeared in her heart until it burst into pain.

It was if that heart did not come from a dragon, but from her own family.

At this moment, Shen Yanxiao almost wanted to drag out Ouyang Huanyu and kill him with a thousand cuts.

“Yes.” Lan Fengli resolutely nodded his head. Just then, he had only acted subconsciously, but when he held the

heart of the eight-winged golden dragon, an unprecedented sadness emerged in his heart.

This feeling was the same as when Shen Yanxiao fell into a coma after the beast tide.