"Yes, sir. Billy said with a sigh of relief. He picked up the hammer from the ground, then glanced at Euquintus lying on the ground, "And what do you want to do with this bastard?"

Hearing this, the black prince Edward's hand holding the sword tightened and tightened, but in the end, he still inserted his invincible will back into the scabbard: "Leave him here and wait for death, the flames will spread to the entire execution table in a while, even if you can't burn him, you can let this bastard enjoy it." Dragon Clan, this time Yu is remembered, one day, Yu will personally lead people to level the Silver Moon Canyon!"

Silvermoon Canyon is the royal palace of the Grand Duke of Dragons, Dracuri, and the Black Prince Edward's ability to say this has already shown his undying attitude. Battles between princes and princes have not been unheard of in the history of the Bloodline, but in the millennia since Dracuri inherited the Dragon Clan, no one has been able to compete with him on the battlefield.

"I'm sure you'll be able to do it. Billy said respectfully, then left Eugentus behind Edward, the Black Prince, and the two of them walked on the rickety planks towards the edge of the execution table, the crackling of flames and the cracking of wood behind them.

"Plop—"

A loud heartbeat sounded from behind Edward, the Black Prince, who frowned and looked back, just in time for Billy, who looked puzzled.

"My lord, it's not me. Looking at the black prince Edward's unkind eyes, Billy hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Plop—"

The strange sound of a heartbeat reappeared, this time clearer and more shocking than before.

It was as if someone had beaten a giant drum, and the strange heartbeat sounded faster and faster, clearly reaching the ears of the Black Prince Edward and Billy, and the heartbeat from slow to rapid was like the awakening of a giant beast, which made the Black Prince Edward have a bad feeling.

"What the hell is this?" said Edward, the Black Prince, frowned, his right hand unconsciously touching the hilt of his sword. There seemed to be some kind of magic in this heavy heartbeat, which made his heartbeat deviate from the original frequency, and this oppressive feeling was like suddenly being at the bottom of the pitch black, and even his breathing was stagnant.

As if to answer the doubts of the Black Prince Edward, the flame cross that had been burning all this time retracted strangely! With the undulating heartbeat, the originally rising flames did not spread outward, but rolled inward, as if attracted by some kind of power, and gradually dimmed.

The heartbeat grew more and more intense, and with a dull sound, a huge amount of air swirled around the flames and converged towards the center of the stake.

Without the erosion of the flames, the stake revealed its charred body, and such a thick giant tree was also heavily carbonized in the previous flames, and in some places it exuded a deep dark red, which was an unextinguished charcoal fire......