"What?
You've been to the Undead Association?
President Ghost Tyrant and the others … "
Great Elder Ghost Dragon exclaimed.
He didn't dare to ask any further.
He didn't dare to think further.
His heart was in his throat as he stared at Zhang Xing. He desperately wanted to know how Ghost Tyrant was doing.
However, he was afraid of knowing the result. Just as he was feeling uneasy, Zhang Xing spoke.
"Ghost Tyrant and the others were burned to death by my dragons.
"We also destroyed that Withered Bone Extinction Array."
Plop!
Great Elder Ghost Dragon felt a buzz in his head. His legs went soft, and he sat down on the chair.
This news was equivalent to taking away half of his life!
"This is impossible!
This is impossible! "
They could give up on the zombie army because they already had the souls in their hands.
Taking a step back, they could give up on the souls, but they couldn't lose Ghost Tyrant and the other Warlock Saints!
If they lost them, the great cause of dominating the Holy Dragon Continent would be far away!
The other Necromancer Saints were also stunned by this news.
"Great Elder, we have to hold on and think of a way to charge out!"
"Great Elder, we have more people. We might not lose to them!"
"Great Elder, this is a matter of life and death. Let's give it a try!"
Just as Ghost Dragon was in a daze, a few elders transmitted their voices.
Ghost Dragon's face darkened. They were right. Now was not the time to be conflicted. Preserving their lives was the most important thing.
"Let's charge out at the same time. Each of us will enter a tomb chamber. There's a teleportation formation there. Let's leave our lives to fate!"
Ghost Dragon transmitted his voice to everyone, planning to make a final struggle.
After three breaths, all the Undead Saints were ready.
"Attack!"
Ghost Dragon gave the order!
Boom, boom, boom …
Tens of thousands of Undead Spells hit the dragons at the same time.
Each of them used at least a hundred skills.
However, most of them were entrapment spells below level-five, such as the Entanglement Spell.
Under the surprise attack, even if they were three-star or four-star Battle-Saints, they couldn't escape quickly.
All the Undead Saints were delighted and were about to charge toward the door.
They didn't take Zhang Xing, who was at the door, seriously.
However, at this moment, they felt that the burly man opposite them seemed to have moved.
Then, they saw a scene that they couldn't believe.
The burly men were not affected by the magic at all. They raised their fists at the same time and smashed them in the noses.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Their noses turned sour, and their heads buzzed. All of them fell back into their chairs.
"This … this … why is magic ineffective against them?"
All of the Necromancer Saints were dumbfounded.
At this moment, they also wanted to immediately counterattack, but that weak punch scattered all the magic power in their bodies.
He wanted to focus on quickly recovering his magic power, but his mind was full of bright stars.
At this moment, they had all become powerless old men.
"Hehe!"
Zhang Xing's mocking voice rang out, and the Warlock Saints turned their heads to look.
"Don't you know that dragons are immune to spells below Tier 5?"
"What?"
The Warlock Sages widened their eyes and turned to look at the dragons.
"They … they are your … War Dragons!"
Ghost Dragon swallowed hard and stammered.
"That's right, my ninety-nine dragons!"
"When they appeared, you should have counted them, but you didn't."
"Oh, that's a little redundant."
"The result is the same whether you count them or not. Anyway, you won't be able to live. Just as well, this tomb will be your burial ground!"
"Do it, send them to hell!"
Zhang Xing waved his hand and turned to leave.