"Clang! Clang!"

The two iron chains crumbled in the blink of an eye, and the chains that the Ice Dragon could never break free from were now destroyed with a single bullet.

Only the last one on its neck remained, and it was also the thickest one.

The chains were covered with ancient symbols that were incomprehensible to most, but Jabo still managed to find the characters he was looking for with pinpoint accuracy.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket, cut his index finger, and dripped his blood onto the characters.

The main reason Wang Xuefeng didn't stop it was because of his own firm resolve and confidence.

[Xiao He: How is it?]

[Wang Xuefeng: It seems to be working; the ice dragon is no longer moving.]

[Xiao He: Then you keep an eye on him, I'll shake off these monsters soon]

Wang Xuefeng: Okay, take care of yourself.

[Xiao He: 1]

"Xuefeng!" Jia Bo suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xuefeng replied, but his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"If Lingling asks, you must tell her that I perished together with Death!"

Jia Bo laughed as he dripped the last drop of blood.

"Buzz..."

An indescribable sense of oppression emanated from the ice dragon.

In an instant, the sunlight disappeared, and the world changed color.

Vast, dark "clouds" pressed down, as if the sky had lost its support. The distance between heaven and earth seemed to shrink at a visible speed.

"Snap..."

The last chain is slowly breaking on its own.

Only those few symbols floated up silently, forming a peculiar force field.

The moment the force field was formed, it was as if all the pressure in the world had contracted.

"puff--"

Jia Bo's mortal body could no longer stand.

Within the heavens and earth, a massive circular wave surged like a countercurrent, rushing straight towards his brain.