"Roar!"
Ghost Dragon, with his figure composed of skeletal bones ripped apart, is a martial cultivator. There were multiple bones broken on his body, yet his black hole-like eyes still exuded endless amounts of death aura.
He was angry.
Incomparably angry.
Surrounding him were five to six cultivators continuously attacking him.
"This damn dragon was actually an above gold rank spawned beast. Could it be a creature that originated from the Extreme Lands of the North?"
"Stop talking so much! Let's dismantle the bones of this thing first before we chat further!"
"If we can't even take care of such a small matter, I'm afraid we won't be able to follow Forefather Ray anymore."
As they were conversing with each other...
Two figures landed heavily on the ground.
"Ghost Dragon!"
