1530. Chapter 1530 Breaking the realm of the gods 3
Resurrected, their dragon clan, the King of Warcraft is resurrected again.
The black dragon reflected in the sky, and more than a hundred figures jumped out of the sky, roaring into the sky.
"Aw..." On the ground, countless super monsters roared into the night and bowed down to the black dragons hovering in the sky.
Under the dark sky, in the shadowy realm of the underworld.
Thousands of undead super monsters broke through all seals and gathered in the realm of the gods and underworld, worshiping their emperor and shouting for their rebirth.
Wherever the wind blew, the world became ferocious.
"Haha, my monsters, you are finally born."
Just as the giant undead dragon roared in the sky and thousands of undead monsters roared on the ground, the man in black robe sat on the back of a black bone dragon, with the corners of his mouth raised high.
That gentle smile was full of arrogance and arrogance.
Behind him, Liu Biyao stood with excitement on his face.
With this giant dragon and thousands of undead beasts, they can dominate the world and take revenge, just around the corner.
The giant dragon flew into the air and circled out.
The man in black robe sat on the back of the bone dragon, and through the black sky, his gentle laughter spread with the wind: "My monsters, go and conquer our world."
"Ouch..." At this sound, tens of thousands of undead beasts roared in unison, and huge figures rose into the sky, roaring away towards the outside of the Divine Realm.
The army of the undead finally moved.
"If you want to contaminate the mainland, you must first pass the level of me." The arrogant and serious roar of Silver Mane, who had been waiting for a long time, broke through the roar of the undead army and bloomed in the heaven and earth.
Following its roar, the seven major sect forces in the Wangchuan Continent all rose into the sky to face the undead army of the Divine Underworld roaring out.
If you want to conquer the Wangchuan Continent, you have to step over their corpses.
The black aura lingers over the undead army, eerie and terrifying.
And the white golden sun blooms above the heads of the seven sects, sacred and solemn.
One black and one white, life and death.
The two camps are clearly divided.
Seeing this, the man in black robe smiled slightly: "Since you are looking for death after being sent to the door, then my monsters, let's take these as our appetizers."