Bones
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The cold wind stirred up by the dragon's roar carried sand, stones, flowers, and trees with it.
The wind swirled in the air, and large amounts of sand and stones fell like rain.
And made a dense sound.
The sand, stones, and trees that flew in the air crashed into the ground and resulted a large pit.
A black mass of resentment leaked out from underneath.
The position of Monn was very close to the mass of resentment and death.
The Flaming Divine Sword in Monn's hand swept across the crack created by the dragon's roar.
And the crack turned into a large pit.
Monn could now see clearly what the mass of the aura of death was.
In fact, he should have already thought of it long ago.
Besides the dragon bones, what else could have such a strong aura of death?
Monn looked at the giant dragon's skeleton in the large pit expressionlessly.