677 Predator, the Mysterious Dark Region

No matter where you went, the sky above the Underworld was always shady. The murky atmosphere brought an unexplainable gloom and discomfort to those who were there the entire time.

However, to the Undead, it was their sunny day.

Up in the air, a platoon of Skeletal Dragons glided calmly across the sky. They patrolled their lifeless surroundings proudly like any other normal day, marking the territory under their watch.

However, their peaceful routine was destined to be interrupted that day. Those Skeletal Dragons suddenly hissed in alarm like disturbed beasts. They turned around to display their hollow green eyes, which were filled with murderous intent.

It was the aura of Divinity!

The scent of humans!

Howl! 

The more than ten Skeletal Dragons flapped their wings repeatedly and changed direction. Their targets were none other than the three dark spots growing larger and larger on the horizon.