Its power is constantly merging with Luo Yutian's body.

That is a gentle force, so gentle that it feels like being in a harbor, perhaps a safe shelter.

??The line of vision in front of Luo Yutian disappeared by a white light.

The moment he came to his senses again, his eyes were blank and he had already lost the figure of the Saint White Dragon King.

Luo Yutian seemed unable to accept the life that suddenly disappeared in front of him, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Looking around, there was no longer its figure, and there was no more breath within the square.

Luo Yi was also a little sad.

Over the past three years, he has come to it from time to time to tinker with it and help it relieve its boredom. But over the past three years, its body has been constantly defeated and its strength has also passed. Luo Yi could feel that it has not had much time left.

Goodbye, friend.

The Saint White Dragon King has fallen.
Chapter completed!