A moment later, the golden light pillar disappeared.
The golden light on that figure also faded a little, no longer as dazzling.
There was dead silence.
The group of old freaks froze there, and not a single one of them moved. Their eyes widened as they stared fixedly at the figure in front of them.
As long as one entered the third form, their body would transform. A part of them would transform into a beast and master a portion of the owner of the bone's magical powers. When did this boy mutate?
What kind of magical power did he get a hold of?
They looked around and scanned their limbs and bodies, but they did not find anything.
"What's going on? Is there no change?"
They discussed softly.
It was at this moment that the figure suddenly raised his head, revealing a cold face. Those eyes were not human eyes, but golden dragon eyes.
"It's those eyes!"
The old monsters cried out in alarm.
