288 The Guardian of the Dragon Tomb_1

Black Gold City.

Perhaps it could already be renamed Skeleton Tower.

After many days of cultivation, the entire Black Gold City had been connected together by white or withered yellow bones, becoming the base of the towering bone tower.

At the top of the tower, the Death Lord sat motionless on his throne, like a statue.

Suddenly, within his pitch-black faceplate, a sinister ghostly flame ignited.

The Death Lord's eerie and terrifying voice echoed within the empty Bone Hall.

"Landry, have you failed..."

The Death Lord shook his head slightly and murmured, "It seems that Silver Dragon is more difficult to deal with than I thought..."

However, he quickly stood up from the throne and coldly said, "For now, I will let you run rampant for a while. Once I have dealt with this matter, it will be your turn."

As soon as his words fell, there came a crisp knock at the door from outside the Bone Hall.

With the Death Lord's permission, a Lich slowly and eerily floated in from outside.