"Send the order down: all undead dragons are to form battle lines at the Dragon Tomb's strategic passes. From this moment on, kill without mercy any outsiders who dare trespass in the Dragon Tomb!" the Ninefold Capital Dragon King commanded in a low voice.
"Yes!" At that moment, Ao Ming felt the passion that had long since fallen dormant in his heart surge to life once more. In life, he had never known what he was fighting for. Even though he had been born in the East Sea Dragon Palace, with every luxury and privilege at his fingertips, as a member of the dragon race he could obtain them only by groveling. Ao Ming and countless other dragons had never been willing to live under such long-standing oppression.
Too many had died in misery, afraid to resist the Heavenly Court's might while they were alive; some had even been killed by the Heavenly Court, like the Ninefold Capital Dragon King and Ao Ming. Every undead dragon in the Dragon Tomb carried some measure of resentment.
Even the remnants of those who had once feared the Heavenly Court had been infected by the Dragon Tomb.
One bone dragon after another, some broken and some whole, swayed out from the mud or from their stone coffins.
The Ninefold Capital Dragon King's order spread throughout the Dragon Tomb, rousing countless monsters. Even the Ghostmist Lice-Kun, which liked to hunt in the tomb, shook its head and tail, eager to leave. The Ghostmist Lice-Kun was famous for its thick hide and also favored the Dragon Tomb's deep, resentment-laden atmosphere.
Some of the undead dragons in the tomb occasionally needed the blood essence of outside monsters. Every so often, the Wild Dragon Sand Domain would open a gap, neither large nor small, and let some