The sole remaining Bone Dragon Ancestor could clearly feel an endless torrent of draconic life force surging madly into his body.
His stark white bones actually began to take on the color of flesh and blood!
They rapidly filled out, growing fuller...
His flesh began to re-form at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was something the Bone Dragon Ancestor had never expected.
"No! I don't want to die! Ancestors, please spare me!"
"I don't want to die! I really don't want to die!"
"You despicable old bastards! You're actually sacrificing me to fulfill your grand plan!"
Some begged pitifully, others cursed in fury. Their voices tangled together in a chaotic din.
But without exception, as their life force continued to drain away, their auras and cries rapidly weakened.
In the end, they had merely sewn another's wedding robes.
A Dragon Roar swept outward, shaking the entire continent!
Even at the borders of Desolate Heaven, that supreme draconic might could be felt.
"Heavens! This is simply unbelievable!" Qin Hao looked up at the thousand-zhang dragon before him, its flesh fully restored, and could not help exclaiming.
The shock had left him numb.
Whatever anyone else thought, Qin Hao firmly believed that, after gathering the life essence of ten thousand dragons, the Bone Dragon Ancestor with his newly reforged body absolutely deserved to be called a Saint Dragon walking the mortal world!
A true member of the Dragon Clan! A demigod!
He had intended to read Chen Mu's and Ye Qingcheng's expressions and guess what they felt as they faced a demigod.
Only after looking did he realize that neither one's expression had changed. They showed no sign of being moved.
Qin Hao knitted his brows tightly, intensely curious. Did Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng truly not know