The Black Flood Dragon's already incorporeal head became even more transparent after being infected by the undead death aura.
"That annoying bunch behind me is catching up." The Black Flood Dragon turned to look at the group of approaching undead with hatred in its eyes. The dead envied the living, but the living detested the dead, as well, because that was what they became when they died.
The Black Flood Dragon had little love for the undead, especially when this group of them was after its life.
The Blackwater Nightmare Dragon turned around and bellowed, "Roar!"
Gao Peng's face was expressionless, ignoring the dragon's fearful attempt at a bluff. Even if it were to go down on its knees and beg to become one of Gao Peng's familiars, he wouldn't show any mercy. After killing so many people, it had to go.