The Dragon Clan had recovered its divine nature. Every dragon flew through the sky, bolts of divine light striking down from their bodies and landing beside the group of young people.
The young people could also see that these dragons did not intend to kill them. Rather, they wanted to drive them into that city. But at this moment, they had no other choice but to follow the Dragon Clan's herding and enter the city.
Elsewhere, blood rain swirled through the air. The Yin Soldiers within the city each exuded the weathered aura of ages, as though they had crossed through time and space from an endlessly ancient past, like figures from antiquity reappearing in the present world.
Zhou Tong calmly led Xiao Chen and the others into the city.
He actually had a choice and did not have to enter, but there was something inside that he wanted, so he had no choice but to take the risk himself.
As Zhou Tong, Xiao Chen, and the others entered the city, the rest also poured in. The Dragon Clan did not make things difficult for them. It seemed they deliberately intended to leave them a way to survive, forcing everyone into the ancient city to scout the way ahead.
Nearly a hundred people entered the city, while some others were caught in the Dragon Clan's divine abilities and died along the way.
Once they saw that everyone had entered the city, the Dragon Clan's attacks became even more violent. This time, they no longer attacked the White Bone Sea, but this city filled with the aura of death.
Brilliant divine light bombarded the city walls, while countless rays of light spread throughout the city.
All the cultivators were caught up in the assault once more. But at this moment, the