Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1368 - 387: The Dragon Envoy_3

Chapter 1368: Chapter 387: The Dragon Envoy_3

Both Hill Giants were also covered in gold from head to toe; since the Thousand-leaf Nymphaea juice was free, they slathered it on generously.

Liu Zhenhan pushed up the Ink Crystal gold-wired toad sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his aggressive ferocity plain to see as he looked down upon the land. It was the seventh day, and finally, propelled by the formidable flying speed of the golden pseudo-dragon, the Valley where the Hell Black Dragons settled was in sight—surrounded by clusters of extinct volcanoes like seven lotus flowers held together, amidst countless eruptions of dazzling red lava, remarkably conspicuous.

Above the darkest Valley to the north, a blanket of rolling grey-white mist rose and swirled, occasionally taking the shape of a Giant Dragon, with its scales and whiskers fearsomely outspread. It emitted an icy chill so out of place with the surrounding environment that even a distant gaze would be cooled by it.

This was the Death Chill, a sign of high-level undead frequenting the area.

Liu Zhenhan’s expression grew solemn. Regarding the Dragon Cemetery, he had only heard about it and knew little of the actual situation, only that some immensely powerful dragons would transform into Dragon Wraiths after death, becoming eternal guardians of the Dragon Cemetery. Moreover, in Dragon Cemeteries of ancient times, Skeletal Dragons and mighty Dragon Liches could be born.

As for whether these undead forms of Giant Dragons could match the combat prowess they possessed in life, Liu Zhenhan had no idea; he had only heard from Elder Andulan that the combat power of a Dragon Lich could contend with a sixth-tier Giant Dragon, but only within a certain range around the Dragon Cemetery.

The history of the Dragon Cemetery in front of him spanned over ten thousand years. Liu Zhenhan had no clue what kind of creatures might have emerged within, but he wasn’t here solely for combat today. If he could win by wit, he would; if things got tough, retreating was always an option—no big deal.

In the brief moment of his contemplation, the golden pseudo-dragon had already plunged into the airspace above the Dragon Cemetery, scattering the sky full of grey-white mist. An overpowering coldness wrapped from all directions toward the winged chariot, which then quietly slid away in front of the fierce "Sacrificial Fire."

The Golden Dragon chariot moved back and forth in the sky, and the center of the Dragon Cemetery quickly filled with bone-penetrating Dragon roars. The sound of the roars was majestic and powerful, yet deep, like a dying wild beast. The undead had a keen perception of living creatures, and such a grand show of force had undoubtedly awoken all the guardians of the Dragon Cemetery.

The grey-white mist split sharply like cut by a knife, exploding into empty pockets one after another, as huge black shadows soared from below into the high skies.

Old Liu gasped in shock, "Damn, there are actually six undead Giant Dragons!" There were three Zombie Dragons with bodies covered in disgusting fungus and wrinkled skin, two ethereal Dragon Wraiths without lower bodies, and one Giant Dragon, half of which was chilling bones, waving a pair of wings with numerous holes resembling torn kites. This Giant Dragon was particularly massive, seventeen meters long, with the wind from its flapping as sharp as blades and its eyes like torches, fiercely blazing with rage.

The elemental vibrations of these undead Giant Dragons took Old Liu by surprise, especially the super Giant Dragon with wings like tattered kites—it was unimaginably powerful!

"You lowly creatures of the Fallen Tribe, Hell Black Dragons! Hasten to greet the messenger of Dragon God Haibo, the emissary of the Golden Dragon God!" Liu Zhenhan mustered all his strength to bellow with a roar that exploded like thunder in the Valley, echoing persistently.

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