The horrific power of the curse had greatly drained the energy of the protective barrier.
With just over three hundred Death Dragon Breaths, the protective barrier shattered into pieces under the terrifying curse.
Next, it was time for the eagerly anticipated hunt.
The Spectral Dragon Replicas that had been striking the protective barrier from the beginning now charged into the town like a harvester of death.
The bone dragon's soul roared as its sharp bone claws sliced through buildings and its tail swept away all sorts of steel and concrete.
Wails, screams, cries, and fear... a full spectrum of life scenes played out under the assault of the Ghost Dragon Army.
In this moment, the Wokou became pitiable and helpless, completely turned into the Lord Boss's playthings, being torn into pieces by the swarms.
Countless people began to flee, even rushing towards the resisting army.
