Xia Mi's pupils contracted sharply. A flicker of disbelief flashed through her golden dragon eyes, only to be replaced by even deeper shame and fury.
She said no more. Her arms spread wide, as if to embrace the whole world, and ancient, majestic Dragon Script surged from her throat in something close to a roar:
"Ancient souls slumbering in the depths of Nibelungen! Now, in the name of Hela, Queen of the Underworld, I command you—descend upon this world at once and grind my enemy to dust!"
Crack, crack-crack—
The fissures in the earth around them spread wildly, deepening until they became gaping maws leading to the netherworld.
The next second, dragon roars that made the soul tremble erupted simultaneously from the depths of countless cracks. Huge, hideous dragon shadows, radiating decay and overwhelming power, struggled and roared as they tore free from the ley lines' restraints and shot into the sky. Some of their bodies were incomplete, some illusory, but their towering dragon might and savage killing intent were almost solid. In an instant, the sky was blotted out by these Second Generation Dragon giants, like an undead army descending at the end of days.
Xia Mi stood among the dragons, looking down at the tiny Mo Wang below. Pride and the light of absolute control burned in her eyes once more. "What you see are the elite Second Generation Dragon warriors of the Dragon Race from the ancient wars. Their resentment and power were sealed eternally within Nibelungen, and now, this is the moment they take revenge upon humanity!"
Mo Wang swept his gaze over this dragon-soul army, enough to drive any Hybrid or even First Hokage to despair, yet an extremely strange expression appeared on his face. He rubbed his nose. "So this is your backup plan?