Zhu Minglang lowered his sword.
His gaze was locked on Zhao Chen, who also felt Zhu Minglang's intense hostility.
The sinister Bone Dragon suddenly let out a roar, and suddenly, the tombs and stone coffins on Nine Army Tomb Mountain began to shake inexplicably, with weird threads of deathly aura seeping out from the cracks in the tombs and from within the coffins, drifting towards them.
The aura of death was thick, turning the Bone Dragon's bones pitch black and terrifying, its pair of green, ghostly eyes even more unnerving.
The Dark Bone Dragon, having absorbed the deathly essence of Nine Army Tomb Mountain, had become even more powerful.
Its wings spread open, flapping out a breath of decay from within its bony wings, sweeping towards Zhu Minglang.
