Splash!
A massive skull burst through the surface of the Nether River. Two clusters of ghostfire seemed ready to leap from its eye sockets, and its powerful aura engulfed Ao Xuan and the two Ghost Emperors.
The expressions of the two Ghost Emperors changed completely.
They had not expected this Dragon Clan member to truly have reinforcements within the Nether River.
But even if they were reinforcements, shouldn't they have been on the Ghost Race's side?
They stared at the enormous dragon skull, their eyes filled with vigilance.
Ao Xuan sensed the terrifying aura behind him, as well as the familiarity that came from his bloodline and soul.
A flash of madness crossed his eyes.
The words "sacrifice" flickered relentlessly through his mind.
The reason he had come this far was not because of any ancestor. He relied on himself—on being ruthless enough, heartless enough!
What ancestor? Heh...
There had to be some other purpose behind summoning him here. He would never trust his bloodline or soul. He trusted only himself.
He was already prepared to use the Sacrificial Secret Technique when the enormous dragon skull behind him underwent a drastic change.
The Nether River began to churn violently as a colossal dragon bone burst from the riverbed and gathered beside the skull.
One bone, two bones, three bones, five bones, ten bones...
Just like that, the outline of a bone dragon slowly emerged, its aura growing increasingly powerful.
It looked down upon the three Imperial Lords below, the ghostfire in its eyes burning even fiercer.
"My descendant shall inherit my legacy!"
Its every word resounded in Ao Xuan's mind, filling the two Ghost Emperors with the urge to retreat.
This bone dragon was far too strange—and far too powerful.
It was not as though they had never seen ghost