Chapter 0097: The Necrodivine Dragon

“Kid, you’re awake. Good, that’s better—so you won’t die without even knowing how.” Pat watched the yellow dragon slowly approach, looking indifferent with a cold smirk.
“Go up there and kill this kid for me!”
In truth, with his strength, he only feared the peak warriors of the Holy Land—such as the Pope of the Light Church, the Demon King of Hell, and the Sea Queen. Everyone else wasn’t even worth his attention. That’s why he didn’t take the yellow dragon seriously.
But the next moment, he realized he was completely wrong.
The yellow dragon glanced at the undead green-haired monsters and necrodivine knights charging at it, quickly assessing their strength. Although both were high-ranking beings of the Holy Land, they were still inferior to Moro from the Dragon Language Empire’s palace.
The yellow dragon raised his hands, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches roared before hiding back within the twelve banners of the Heavenly Dark Kings. Under Pat’s astonished gaze, the banners flew back and formed a fan shape around the yellow dragon. Then, the true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared one by one behind the dragon, floating in midair.
A fierce, primordial, and icy killing aura radiated from the yellow dragon, freezing the surrounding space like iron and steel.
Earlier, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had fully solidified by absorbing dark energy. Though their power was only at the early stage of the Holy Land due to the limitations of their magical artifacts, their combined aura merged with the yellow dragon’s body, making it seem as though the dragon was the embodiment of all twelve. The ancient ancestral auras erupted, more terrifying than an invisible storm.
Standing there, the yellow dragon was surrounded by violent gusts of wind, resembling an ancient demon lord. He raised his fists and unleashed a strike.
“Desolation of humans, desolation of earth, desolation of heaven, desolation of gods, desolation of the wilds—desolation of all five realms!”
As the yellow dragon’s fists struck, fierce primordial energies converged from all directions, forming massive waves that repeatedly crashed onto the undead green-haired monsters and necrodivine knights.
The charging monsters and knights couldn’t dodge. Their eyes were filled with terror as they sensed death, letting out shrill cries while their bodies glowed with intense green light.
But it was all in vain.
Under those fierce winds, the two undead creatures were hit countless times. Their green light-like bodies tore apart like thin paper. Under Pat’s horrified eyes, the chests of these seemingly immortal beings were completely crushed, leaving their bodies utterly disfigured.

The agonized screams of the two undead creatures echoed through the skies. The fierce evil energy vanished, and the undead green-haired monster and the undead holy knight were sent flying several miles away like kites with their strings cut. At that moment, the Yellow Dragon flashed forward, appearing in front of the direction in which the two undead creatures were flying. With a concentration of his hands, two golden blades hundreds of feet long instantly appeared. Rùshōu, the Golden Ancestor among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, emitted intense golden light, continuously pouring his golden essence into the Yellow Dragon’s body. “Golden Blade Slash!” In an instant, the two indestructible golden blades severed the heads of the undead green-haired monster and the undead holy knight, just as easily as cutting a watermelon. There were no screams this time—everything happened so fast. When the bodies of the undead green-haired monster and the undead holy knight were separated from their heads, Pat only saw two golden flashes in an instant. The heads of the two undead creatures fell from the sky, while their bodies continued to fly backward at the same angle they had been launched in, until they fell from the sky after flying ten miles. Immortal? Evolved to the advanced stage of the Sacred Realm after more than two hundred years? Could they still remain immortal if their heads were separated? Stunned, Pat watched as the heads of the undead green-haired monster and the undead holy knight he had summoned were separated from their bodies. His originally gaunt face became as pale as a dead man’s. After a while, he took his gaze away from the heads and looked up at the Yellow Dragon, his eyes flickering. Such powerful strength, such speed, such terrifying attack power! He was well aware of how strong the bodies of the undead green-haired monster and the undead holy knight were. As far as he knew, only those at the peak of the Sacred Realm or above could destroy their bodies. But recalling the golden blades that flashed in the Yellow Dragon’s hands just now, Pat was deeply shocked. Although he had cultivated the laws of the undead, his own body was only slightly stronger than those two undead pets. Calling himself immortal didn’t mean much if his head could be cut off. Yet the death of those two undead pets ignited rage in Pat’s heart. He had spent hundreds of years cultivating those two undead pets—hundreds of years of effort—only to lose them in an instant! His heart was bleeding, roaring with fury! “You killed them!” Pat’s cold eyes revealed his anger. If not for being shocked by the strength of this human boy, Pat would have taken action himself. “You’re not mistaken,” the Yellow Dragon said slowly. The true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches hovered behind him in the air, their fierce auras constantly spreading out.

“You!” Pat grew furious at the Yellow Dragon’s expression and pointed at him angrily, “Kid, do you know who I am? I am Lord Pat, the Sacred Dragon of the Dead!”
The Sacred Dragon of the Dead, Pat? The Yellow Dragon’s heart stirred. He knew this Pat—third on the list of criminals targeted by the Holy Church!
Criminals was a term used by the Holy Church to refer to those who constantly opposed them on the Continent of Eternal Yuan.
Of course, those on the Holy Church’s list of criminals were all powerful beings at level nine or above, with many even being Saints.
For example, the top ten on the list were said to be Saints.
With Pat ranked third, one could imagine the strength of the first two.
“So it’s you,” the Yellow Dragon said indifferently.
Pat became enraged. As a necromantic mage who practiced the laws of the dead, he had a long life—over 1,300 years old, even older than the Pope of the Holy Church. He had never experienced such humiliation before. This kid knew his reputation yet remained unshaken. Add to that the fact that his two previous necromantic pets had been destroyed by the other party, and Pat could no longer hold back. He roared, “Kid, you’re too arrogant! Today, I’ll make you understand the difference between heaven and earth!” With that, a bone staff appeared in his hand, its tip shaped like a beast’s head emitting a faint green flame.
With a serious expression, Pat waved the staff, drawing on all his necromantic energy, and shouted into the sky, “Sacred Dragon of the Dead, emerge!”
Above, the weather changed abruptly—dark clouds gathered, and a rift appeared in the sky. Then, a giant beast’s foot emerged, followed by another.
Just from its legs, it was thicker than those of the Sky Blue Python Ox.
When this undead creature finally struggled its way out of the rift in the sky, the warriors from the two kingdoms, who had previously ceased fighting, gasped in shock at the sight of such a massive monster.
The Sacred Dragon of the Dead! Just like the Hellish Ghost Roc the Yellow Dragon had encountered in the Temple of the Hellish Demon King, it was a supreme undead beast. However, its strength was slightly weaker than that of the Hellish Ghost Roc.
This was Pat’s most powerful necromantic pet—the Sacred Dragon of the Dead, a two-headed undead dragon!