Death realm.
Fang Heng watched as the twelfth Bone Dragon slowly landed, a gleam of greed appearing in his eyes.
Although there had been some setbacks along the way, the outcome was still quite good.
The number of Bone Dragons in the Dragon Grave Mountain range was still unknown.
He decided to continue farming them for now.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Fang Heng noticed that the stone slab he carried with him began to heat up again.
He lowered his head and opened the stone slab, quickly checking the message left for him by the undead council.
"Imprinting too many creatures at once could result in a significant backlash. Please be cautious and do not force it..."
Fang Heng muttered the words under his breath, quietly pondering.
Indeed, when he had first learned the Bones' summoning skill, there had been such a warning.
However, while controlling the undead Bones, he hadn't felt any difficulty at all.