Kapitel 923: tens of millions of undead worshiping one person

"roar!"

on the cracked ground and a broken cliff, a giant purple-gold dragon was staggering.

he had a pair of broad wings that resembled the pegasus style, and his back was covered in rune-like patterns.

although it looked like it was covered in injuries, when it staggered as it flew, that kind of condensed and undispersed fighting spirit was boiling.

" dragon gods ... what happened?! "

long wuji, the battle saint dragon who had stepped into the semi-myth realm, was on his way back from hunting when he suddenly sensed the destructive aura fluctuation from the ancestral dragon ship. he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

then, from a distance, he saw a corner of an image. it seemed to be a gray egg that was interweaved with blood.

this caused long wuji to lose his composure. wrapped in a strong sense of uneasiness, he flew forward with his dragon wings.

"he's fine, this is great news!"