Huo Yuhao began chanting incantations, a mage's spells entirely different from the martial soul system. As he chanted, pale golden figures wreathed in deathly white light appeared before him.
They were liches with rigid faces and tall, mutilated bodies. Each held a bone staff, waving it while chanting incantations of its own.
The Blood and Qi Dragon coiled around Jiang Hai's right arm, its blood-red glow drawn inward as he quietly waited for Huo Yuhao's summons.
The low chanting ended. With a rumble, a golden rift split open above Huo Yuhao's head, and an enormous head emerged.
It was a gigantic skull.
A bone dragon, an adult bone dragon! The evil soul masters all recognized the great creature.
Golden-red soul fire flickered in the adult bone dragon's enormous eye sockets, yet that fire brimmed with an aura of light. Golden light streamed downward from its eyes as its jaws opened, seemingly releasing a silent roar.
An undead creature!
A gleam flashed through Jiang Hai's eyes. This was a system entirely different from that of the Douluo Continent. One could even say it was more renowned than the Douluo Continent's soul master system.
Necromancy.
Those low magical incantations seemed to carry an aura that invoked the laws of the world, just as soul rings did.
Jiang Hai leaped up, his blood and qi boiling. The Blood and Qi Dragon took shape and guarded his body, its low roar resounding across the arena, as though it alone were a true divine dragon.
The bone dragon raised its head and opened its cavernous maw, spewing a blast of golden-red dragon fire.
The Blood and Qi Dragon coiled around him, blocking all the golden dragon fire, and a pale fist struck the bone dragon's skull.
Crack, crack!
Cracks spread across the bone dragon's skull.