outside the realm gate
"supreme lord, you're already dead?"
the remaining troops, who had been excited by the arrival of the god of death, looked gloomy after hearing this.
long zixiao sighed and did not reply.
at this moment, above the central dragon temple, a door of light appeared out of thin air and was filled with a mysterious aura. all sorts of law arcs flickered non-stop.
the ancient void dragon, who was surrounded by the undead army, could not help but look over. soon, its eyes turned white, as if its entire dragon soul had been taken away. its expression of intoxication was extremely deep.
"you ... you're wasting god's gift!"
the fairy dragon's vision went black, and it could not care about exploring other secrets. under the attack of the vital energy and blood, it stammered so much that it could not even speak the ancient dragon language clearly.