The cold wind stirred up by the dragon's roar carried sand, stones, flowers, and trees with it.

The wind swirled in the air, and large amounts of sand and stones fell like rain.

And made a dense sound.

The sand, stones, and trees that flew in the air crashed into the ground and resulted a large pit.

A black mass of resentment leaked out from underneath.

The position of Monn was very close to the mass of resentment and death.

The Flaming Divine Sword in Monn's hand swept across the crack created by the dragon's roar.

And the crack turned into a large pit.

Monn could now see clearly what the mass of the aura of death was.

In fact, he should have already thought of it long ago.

Besides the dragon bones, what else could have such a strong aura of death?

Monn looked at the giant dragon's skeleton in the large pit expressionlessly.

There was not a single bit of meat on the dragon bones, and they were especially clean.

Even if it was bitten by a beast, it was impossible for not leaving a single bit of meat behind.

Therefore, this could also explain why the phantom dragon had such a strong aura of resentment.

The dragon meat on its body was so cleanly removed, so what had happened to the dragon meat in the end?

Without even thinking, it was obvious that it must have been divided up by some people, then sold it at a high price and it entered people's stomachs.

The huge skeleton of the dragon did not have any dignity at all. It was just thrown like trash.

All the sharp dragon teeth and claws that could be used as weapons were also taken away.

There was not a single scale left which could be used for the best defense of armor.

On the remaining thick skeleton, there were countless mottled white marks due to cuts.

Looking at these dragon bones, which could be described as unsightly and broken beyond description...

Suddenly, Monn felt that the Flaming Divine Sword in his hand was a little too heavy to hold properly.

The reality in front of him would not lie.

And this reality was vastly different from any previous news.

Not to mention the dragon that had always been proud and arrogant, even if it was any ordinary person, he would probably turn into evil spirits and seek revenge.

Moreover, it was a dragon that had great power when it was alive and looked down on all living things.

The materials on the dragon's body were indeed very precious, and they were also the materials for refining weapons.

But would the golden behemoth take away all the offensive and defensive materials on the dragon's body?

If it had nothing to do with profits that had happened here, Monn would have lived in two worlds for nothing!

Since the dragon was already dead, these greedy people were unwilling to give it even the slightest bit of dignity.

Even if they took away all the materials that could be used to refine artifacts from the dragon, at the end, they could still have buried the broken skeleton of the dragon!

Monn sighed softly.

He put away the Flaming Divine Sword in his hand.

If he didn't know about this, it would be fine.

But now, the truth was right in front of him.

He couldn't pretend that he didn't see it.

He slightly exerted force on his wrist, and the flames in his palm slowly condensed.

A faint silver flame was held in Monn's palm.

The phantom dragon, who had been triggered by the necromancer's summoning of the undead creatures, saw that his bones and broken body had been seen by others.

It immediately went crazy and released the aura of death in his body, attacking Monn.

Monn dodged left and right, but the flames in his hands were still purifying.

The phantom dragon covered his broken bones with the aura of death in his body.

It was as if he was afraid that others would see how miserable he died.

"You're already dead."

Monn saw the phantom dragon's reaction, and he suddenly felt sad.

The power of a dragon could be said to be innately born.

It was born with inherited memories, and it would cultivate even when it was eating, drinking and sleeping.

The dragon race was undoubtedly the top experts in all the continents.

However, even such experts couldn't withstand the scheming of others.

In the end, he still died tragically.

The furious phantom dragon was still using its own method to maintain the pride and dignity of its dragon pearl.

The phantom dragon, which was hovering above its dragon bones, was stunned when it heard Monn's words.

Unable to accept the reality, it lowered its head and stared at the dragon bones that it had clearly buried.

It only felt pain coming from the depths of its soul.

Those things that happened in the past, as well as the pain before death, were like bolts of lightning, imprinted in its soul one by one.

The phantom dragon was extremely furious.

It suddenly looked towards the sky and raised its head.

It was a dragon's roar that contained endless anger, sadness, and unwillingness. It was truly sad to hear and tearful to see.

"The dead will naturally return. This is no longer a place for you to stay here."

The flame on Monn's fingertip flicked and landed on the remains of the dragon's bones.

Amidst the hazy flames, Monn saw the phantom dragon's soul. Under the pale purple light of the flame, the black aura around its body was dissipating.

It did not turn into a dark phantom dragon.

This was probably the dragon's final effort to maintain its arrogance.

He was obviously unwilling to die and became a ghost, and attracted by the necromancer's aura of death.

In the end, he still longed for the light and rejected the negative power of the darkness.

Even if the dark power could make him stronger.

The pride of the dragon was defended to the death.

The hot wind was whistling on the flat sandy land.

The ghost of the dragon that had just gone berserk seemed to have nothing to do with it.

It was no different from a normal spirit. The anger and insanity in its eyes were gone, leaving only the hatred of revenge.

The glamor of the dragon when it was alive had gone. It was floating in the air above the sandy ground that was originally a valley but was now destroyed by it.

It was as if the sand and gravel could destroy it.

"If you're really unwilling, why don't you come with me? Let's leave this place. I'll bring you to see the wider world and you can take revenge on the way."

Monn bent down and completely turned the remains of the carcass into ashes. He took out a spatial pocket and put it in.

The phantom dragon looked at the human in front of him who collected its ashes and howled at the sky again.

The dragon's roar was filled with sorrow and relief.

It no longer remembered how long it had died, how long it had drifted here, and how long it had slept.

Every time it woke up, it would tear apart all the creatures that tried to get close to its bones and remains.

It would let them die with it.

There were also those greedy races that coveted its soul.

All the creatures that stepped into its resting place deserved to die.

Today, when this human appeared in front of it, it thought the same thing, and it acted accordingly.

However, this human was very strong and gentle.

He saw his bone remains and erased his final humiliation in this world.

There were too many emotions surging in the eyes of the phantom dragon's which were flickering with green ghost flame.