Roar...
Within the Sea of Bones outside the Dead City on Forbidden Dragon Island, countless skeletons raised their heads to gaze at the sky. It was as if they had gained souls. The boundless sea of bones was shrouded in a ghastly green glow—the deathly radiance of an undead kingdom.
A vast, raging-sea-like pressure surged toward the dragons in the sky. The ghastly green deathlight made even the dragon clan wary. Beams of divine light crashed down one after another, tearing enormous rifts through the eerie curtain of death. The divine light pierced below, shattering layer after layer of endless white bones.
This army of bones was guarding the Dead City, while the dragon clan was trying to destroy it. Piercing, scalp-numbing howls rang out from the sea of bones from time to time, as though the sounds of an ancient war had torn through time and space to reach them.
"That will do. We're leaving."
Yan Kuan sent a ball of flame into the Demonic Well, then called everyone to leave. They followed the ancient streets, preparing to depart from the Dead City.
Whoosh!
A massive shadow flashed past. It moved like the wind, silent and traceless, impossible for ordinary people to follow. A cold gust swept through the area, making the blood-red doors of the surrounding houses creak and sway, creating an especially sinister atmosphere.
At the corner of the dim alley ahead, a strip of burial cloth fluttered fiercely in the cold wind. Most of it had been exposed, radiating waves of vicious, baleful energy.
Beneath the blood-red glow of the night, a huge shadow appeared in the alley. It actually dared to block their path. It looked like a ferocious demon baring its fangs and claws, a mass of Black Mist without even a trace of