1842 Dead

As the Dragon Emperor's body fell to the ground on either side, his innards spilling out with blood gushing from the cut-open wound, Alex moved right over him, ready to strike again.

However, even as he was ready to attack, he paused as he realized there was no need to do so. The Dragon Emperor was dead, and he had killed him.

Alex felt his body grow weak all of a sudden, the strain of using his Immortal Qi in his current state was something he hadn't expected to take a lot out of him.

He used Midnight to keep himself standing and he breathed heavily while making absolutely sure that the Dragon Emperor was dead.

"His soul," Alex said in a rasping voice. "Sister, check his soul."

Hannah finally woke out of her stunned stage, looking away from where the Dragon Emperor's body lay and toward Alex. It took her a moment to comprehend what he asked for and quickly sent her spiritual sense into the dead body.

There was nothing in there.