Chapter 402 - 249: My dear great-nephew, where are you?
Aw~oo~~
A silent wail that only the undead could hear echoed in the catacombs, the final lament of a Bone Dragon before its soul fire extinguished.
"What a disgrace to the Dragon Clan!"
Not yet fully descended, Noah crushed a Bone Dragon. As he extended his head from a space ripple, a splendid and dazzling golden light, in an instant, illuminated the deep and dark catacombs. Simultaneously, it ignited an innumerable number of undead, with the gloomy death aura swiftly swept away by light and fire.
The numerical advantage of the undead seemed meaningless at this moment. The Golden Dragon’s head alone, like a small mountain of gold, emitted Dragon Power that was enough to crush the vast majority of the undead within its sight.
Those low-level undead, lacking even self-awareness, did not qualify to exist before the Golden Dragon. Even Noah could not spare them the slightest attention, as all they could present to Noah was a pile of ashes left after the flame’s exhaustion.
However, not all undead would be crushed by Noah’s Dragon Power, ignited by the domain constructed upon Noah’s descent.
This was the Great Graveyard, where intelligent undead roamed everywhere. Black Knights, Witch Demons, even Ghost Dragons, Bone Dragons, Corpse Dragons—all these high-level undead were numerous enough to form legions.
Upon descending, Noah’s gaze naturally locked onto those Undead Dragons, and the Frost Bone Dragon he crushed was just one among them.