Sal looked at Long Yan in surprise.
Long Yan was willing to give them all corpses of the eight-winged golden dragons?
God knew how powerful an eight-winged golden dragon was. Sal had been in the Hidden Dragon Continent for more than a thousand years, but the number of resurrected eight-winged golden dragons could be counted on one hand. However, every single one of those resurrected eight-winged bone dragons was shockingly powerful.
There were at least dozens of eight-winged golden dragons in the North. If he could turn all of them into bone dragons…
Sal was tempted. How could he possibly sit still in the face of such enticing benefits?
This would be a huge step to expand the army of bone dragons.
Long Yan was ruthless. In order to occupy the entire Hidden Dragon Continent, he did not hesitate to destroy all the eight-winged golden dragons with the exception of himself.
Even the most crafty human might not be capable of such a massacre.
