Dong Zhuo was already exhausted and couldn't understand why these ants still had the energy to fight.

Naturally, the round red dots at the joints of the limbs were destroyed one by one by the soldiers!

"roar!!"

The demonized Dong Zhuo could only roar in impotent rage, kneel on one knee, and stomp his sword and hammer on the ground to steady himself.

Dong Zhuo in his bear form has a lot more hair all over his body.

Now that Dong Zhuo's weaknesses have been exposed, the thick downy hair on his chest has naturally spread out, revealing his most fatal weakness.

"That's enough, Dong Zhongying!"

Zhao Hao unleashed his power, concentrating all his strength into the edge of the Ancestral Dragon Sword.

"This sword is named Demon Slayer!"

A black, gilded dragon suddenly appeared, and as Zhao Hao charged forward, the dragon also rushed towards Dong Zhuo with terrifying momentum.

"Wake up!"

...

A flash of white light appeared, and in an instant, it seemed as if a dragon was soaring through the sky, returning to the heavens.

Zhao Hao had already instantly appeared behind Dong Zhuo.

Zhao Hao pierced through the huge red dot on Dong Zhuo's chest.

There was no cheer of victory on Zhao Hao's side, nor the despair of death among Dong Zhuo's former subordinates.

There is only endless silence.

Zhao Hao slowly walked to Dong Zhuo, who was vomiting blood and whose body was shrinking.

All the downy hair on his body disappeared like withered plants, and although his body did not return to its original shape, it only shrank to a size of two or three meters.

The huge hole in his chest slowly shrank into a scar the size of a bowl.

Zhao Hao watched as Dong Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze no longer filled with the previous rage and arrogance, but instead with the stillness of stagnant water.

He knew then that the guy had regained his senses.

But his life had also come to an end.

"Guo Aduo, your former master has awakened."

Go, accompany him on his final journey. Help him steady, so I can have a proper conversation with him.

It is often said that a dying man's words are good; I wonder if you, Dong Zhongying, have any good words to leave for me, Zhao?

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