Millions upon millions of bone dragon creatures surged forth like a tidal flood, forming an incomparably striking and magnificent sight across this Starry Sky Battlefield.
Among the many bone dragon creatures was a Level 4 bone dragon with grayish-white bones, utterly inconspicuous.
Why was it inconspicuous? Because among these several million Bone Dragon Legion members, there were more than fifty bone dragons at Level 4 or above!
The strongest among them had already reached the Level-6 Peak. It was a savage, enormous bone dragon whose bones were jet-black. Just one glance at it was enough to leave one deeply shaken and terrified.
This Level 4 bone dragon was named Sanchez.
At his side were roughly a hundred thousand bone dragons, his direct subordinates.
The Civilization War had brought Sanchez far too great a shock.
Not long ago, he had personally witnessed a powerful Level 5 Undead Creature get blown apart in midair by a concentrated beam volley from the Galente Federation fleet.
Cracking sounds rang out all around him. Level 4 Bone Dragon Sanchez did not know whether they came from undead bone armor colliding, or from his own upper and lower jaws chattering.
The overwhelming majority of Undead Creatures were not afraid of death, particularly low-level undead.
Instead, the higher their life level, the more complete their evolution, and the more fully developed their intelligence, the more these Level 4 and above undead powerhouses sought the meaning of life—and cared about whether they lived or died.
"Damn it, if I make it out alive this time, I'm definitely going to screw that Female Corpse Dragon in Netherworld Canyon!" Sanchez roared with curses, then twisted his dragon body and charged forward.
Undead Creatures practically had no such thing as pleasure between the sexes.
Both sides were nothing but piles of