Even though it was already an undead, the dark skeletal Dragon finally seemed to feel the pressure in the face of the magic incantation cast by an Archmage.
The damage of the lightning was more severe than the damage of the sword aura. It could not be bothered with the confrontation with the swordsman. Its pair of black eyes turned to the Holy disciples who were surrounded by the Holy light shield.
Then, the skeletal Dragon opened its mouth.
This time, it didn't let out a low groan, but a strange tone. The sound was deafening, and the tone was strange and difficult to hear.
As soon as he said those words, song qingxiao's sharp senses detected the fluctuations in the surrounding power.
The dark elements seemed to be moved by the skeletal Dragon and quickly gathered at its mouth, forming a huge abyssal black hole in an instant.
"Dragon-language magic?"
Raphael's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively turned to look at the cultivator.
