As the ancient dragon bones stirred, a desolate aura inherited from the ancient times quietly spread out. Under this aura, the True Qi circulating within Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly became unusually blocked.
Noticing the power of this aura, Zuoqiu Yiren's expression changed slightly.
This desolate aura gradually ascended, and soon a ghostly dragon shadow coalesced above the dragon bones.
Ao Huang was summoning the spirits of his ancestors. When a high-realm dragon falls, a trace of soul remains intertwined with the bones and can be summoned by descendants.
However, once summoned, it can only attack once before dispersing.
After all, it is a ghostly soul, having died tens of thousands or even millions of years ago, no longer tolerated by the world.
Imposing True Qi surged from Ao Huang's body as he formed seals with his hands, making the ghostly dragon shadow seem to come alive.
Ao Huang pointed at Zuoqiu Yiren, and the ghostly dragon shadow roared towards her.
"Sword at my side!"
