A distance of nearly two hundred kilometers was swiftly crossed beneath Baofeng's iron wings.
Soon, a fortress built of white bones appeared ahead.
It was a fortress built on a swamp highland, constructed entirely from countless white bones. The ghastly white skeletons reflected a grim, cold light in the sun.
Countless skeletons and Bone Beasts, their ghostly green Soul Fire flickering, patrolled inside and outside the Fortress. A thick aura of death surged into the sky, casting a pallid, ashen color over the heavens.
Bone Fortress.
Raylo circled thousands of meters in the air, his pupils constricting slightly.
His previous assumption had been half wrong.
The Jade Swamp's target was indeed the Black King's territory, but they weren't after the Black Dragon itself.
On the plains to the east and south of the Bone Fortress, two immense, dark tides were surging forward.
