"White Dragon Mountain? What does that have to do with me?" Garen grinned. "Sadly, I don't have any relation with White Dragon Mountain… so I won't be troubled in any way. You, on the other hand, may be in big trouble very soon…" His gaze turned cold, staring straight at the Double-Headed Hell Black Dragon that was flying toward him.
His gaze made the latter shudder and stop in his tracks, afraid to continue further.
"Dare you kill me? My father is the leader of the Hell Dragons! If he finds out about this, he definitely won't let you go!!" The other guy was feeling slightly nervous now.
"Let's gang up on him! He's just a Level Nine, if we all jump on him, we could even crush him to death!!" Not far away, Black Giantfang yelled out encouragements.
Right now, the Undead Butcher was being suppressed, and the large Undead Army was retreating slowly as well. It showed that the control of this army had a very direct correlation to the Undead Butcher.
