The Bone Dragon lifted its head, each segment of its petrified bones exposed under the resplendent magical blaze in the night sky. At that moment, a column of flames shot across the battlefield, the fleeting light perfectly outlining the craggy shadow of this gigantic undead creature.
Despite its massive size, it wasn't clumsy. Fang Hong didn't even have time to see when this thing opened its huge mouth, as a breath mixed with corrosive acid mist rushed towards him and Atira.
The agility rating of this ?????-level creature was so high that neither he nor the Elf Miss could compare. Not to mention Fang Hong himself, even Atira had no chance to react. Although the movements of the Bone Dragon were visible, by the time they reacted, the breath was already in front of them, and their bodies couldn't move, watching helplessly as the green mist engulfed them.
