Bone dragons belonged to the undead, and there were two ways to create them.
One was natural. After a giant dragon's corpse decayed, if its dragon spirit remained intact and attached itself to the Dragon Bone, it became a fearsome bone dragon.
The second was artificial. High-quality bones were fashioned into the shape of Dragon Bone, then a dragon spirit was found and inserted into them, allowing the two to fuse and form a bone dragon.
Comparatively speaking, bone dragons created by the second method clearly had less potential than those created by the first.
But given the current situation, Han Wu had only the second option.
He could fuse high-quality bones whenever he wanted.
But dragon spirits were not so easy to obtain.
The dragons raised in his divine domain had followed him for so long that he had grown attached to them. Han Wu simply could not bring himself to extract their dragon spirits.
But without a dragon spirit, a bone dragon could not be made.
A dragon spirit was the key to granting a bone dragon exceptionally high magic resistance.
Time was pressing, leaving Han Wu no room for further hesitation.
He could only grit his teeth, stamp his foot, and pick a dragon to extract a dragon spirit from.
Thus, the evil dragon was summoned by Han Wu while still in a groggy daze.
As the lowest of the low among dragons, the evil dragon had no idea what it was about to face. When it saw Han Wu's sunny, handsome face, it even thought some good fortune was about to fall into its lap.
"Be good, don't be afraid. I'm just taking a little of your dragon spirit. You've got experience with this, so endure it and it'll be over soon. I won't stand on