Although it was a juvenile bone dragon, its wingspan still reached five meters. It was only small by the standards of the Dragon Race.
Long Haochen stared in surprise at the figure standing on the bone dragon's back-a person in a gray robe and a pointed, beaked Crow Mask.
He clearly had not expected that the gray-robed old man was not the only necromancer who had come here. There was this fellow as well.
In other words, far more necromancers might have escaped the human Temple Alliance's purge thousands of years ago than he had imagined.
"Roar!"
Seeing the morsel at his lips snatched away once again, Haoyue let out an enraged roar, glaring viciously at the figure atop the bone dragon.
At this, all Long Haochen's joy at destroying the Demon God Pillar vanished. He hurried to shield Haoyue.
After unleashing that attack, Haoyue was weaker than he had ever been. Faced with this suddenly appearing necromancer of unknown strength, Long Haochen did not dare act rashly.
He glanced back at Yue Chen, only to find him watching the necromancer atop the bone dragon with the same wary expression.
Although Yue Chen showed no intention of coming to help, Long Haochen understood. The attack he had used to kill the Snake Demon God had consumed considerable power, and he still had to guard the cave behind him.
After all, whatever lay inside that cave was a treasure the Snake Demon God and the Anaconda King had been willing to fight tooth and nail over. Something like that absolutely could not fall into a necromancer's hands.
"Heh heh heh..." The villain's trademark cackle sounded from beneath the black Crow Mask. Toying with the dark red ball of light in his hand, he said, "We'll meet again."
"You're not going anywhere!"