Chapter 1292: Pursuit

Among these undead monsters, only these two Bone Dragons could fly. Song Jian looked at the two Bone Dragons, a strange smile on his face, as if he had seen something particularly amusing.

"This is the Dragon Bone Wasteland, the Dragon Clan's final resting place, and you dare to turn the Dragon Clan's skeletons into undead creatures? You're simply courting death..." Song Jian thought to himself. He even felt the urge to pull out a camera to capture this scene.

If the Giant Dragons serving as priests in the Divine Dragon Temple found out about this, they probably wouldn't need Song Jian to lift a finger. They would come flying over in a furious rage and scatter the soul of this Necromancer so that it couldn't even be reincarnated.

Whoosh whoosh~

Two balls of thick green Dragon Breath flew towards Song Jian, tracing a green streak through the air and filling it with a faint corrosive smell.