Bone Wasteland, Dragon Knight Legion?

"Alright, once we cross this forest, we'll reach the Central Altar."

Su Zhan was in high spirits and waved his hand to give the order.

The Yuan Household family members already revered him like a god. Upon hearing this, they immediately straightened their formation and followed him with high spirits.

Without the Bloodheart Demon Tree blocking their way, the rest of the journey became exceptionally smooth. The Ordinary Grade poisonous insects and ferocious beasts had long since vanished without a trace after sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Su Zhan.

Half an hour later.

The group finally emerged from the oppressive Blood Mist Forest.

However, the scene before them brought everyone to a standstill once again.

At the edge of the forest, instead of the smooth road one might have imagined, lay a desolate, white wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see.

There was no soil, no rocks.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of bones. There were human skeletons, animal skeletons, and even some enormous skeletons of unknown giant beasts, standing like hills on the wasteland.

The cold wind howled, swirling up bone dust and producing a mournful sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Above that White Bone Wasteland, countless enormous black shadows hovered.

"That is..."

Elder Yuan Ji squinted, trying his best to see the true faces of those dark figures.

The next second, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice began to tremble.

"Bone... Bone Dragon?!"

In the gloomy sky, hundreds of Giant Dragons, pieced together from stark white bones, hovered low, flapping their tattered bone wings. Eerie blue flames of their souls burned in their eye sockets, and each flap of their wings brought forth a nauseating stench.

What's even more chilling is that on the back of each Bone Dragon sits a knight dressed in black armor and holding a long spear!

This is an army.

A terrifying army composed of undead and death warriors, operating both on land and in the air!

"The Black Demon Sect... they actually had such a trump card hidden here!"

Yuan Chou's palms, gripping the broadsword, were covered in cold sweat.

Their numbers and their sheer force made even the previous Flesh Tide seem like a disorganized rabble in the face of this disciplined and menacing Dragon Knight Legion.

And at the very front of that dragon herd.

On the back of a massive Bone Dragon, hundreds of feet in size, with bones that shone in a dark gold hue, stood a commander draped in a blood-red cloak.

The spear in his hand was pointed at Su Zhan and the others who had just emerged from the forest, with a still-dripping head protruding from the tip.

That was... the head of a disciple from a branch of the Yuan Household family who had been tasked with scouting ahead.

"Anyone who trespasses on this Forbidden Land will be killed without mercy!"

The commander's cold voice echoed across the White Bone Wasteland.

With a swing of his spear...

"Roar--!"

A hundred dragons roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Hundreds of Bone Dragon simultaneously folded their wings, like white meteorites, and launched a desperate dive towards Su Zhan and the others with an aura of annihilation!

White bones lay scattered for miles.

There was no sound of wind, only the wailing of airflow passing through countless skull eye sockets, as mournful as billions of wronged souls wailing simultaneously. The sensation underfoot was not the softness of soil, but the brittle hardness of broken bones, each step producing a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

Yuan Ji walked at the front, the half- Beast Bone cane in his hand tapping on the ground, raising a cloud of pale bone dust. He stopped, his cloudy old eyes staring at a huge leg bone several hundred meters ahead—the thing was at least ten zhang tall, and he didn't know what kind of High Antiquity beast it belonged to, but now it looked like a tombstone stuck in the ground.

"This is... Mass Grave?" Yuan Yuan covered her mouth and nose, her voice muffled.

"No."

Su Zhan stood in the center of the group, his gaze passing over the giant bone and landing on the dark shadow swirling beneath the gray sky. "It's a military camp."

Before the words were finished, the sky suddenly darkened.

Hundreds of enormous shadows blocked out the already thin light. A stench of decay mixed with the smell of putridity pressed down from above as if it were a physical presence.

That's a dragon.

To be precise, it was a skeleton forcibly pieced together. Rotten flesh hung from the stark white spine, and the wing membranes had long since decayed, replaced by a thin black membrane forcibly held together by Devil Qi. Ghostly blue soul flames flickered in its eye sockets, and with each flap of its wings, it scattered a cloud of Corpse-Poison Dust.