Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

The bone dragon sensed danger.

Although it had lost the lich's control, the accumulated soul power within its body endowed it with a certain primal instinct.

It turned its body, opened its jaws, and the remaining breath of the undead dragon gathered in its throat...

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Alduin's dragon claws had already gripped his skull, then he opened his jaws and bit down hard!

Devouring talent fully activated.

The lich frowned slightly as he watched this scene, wanting to take back the power within the bone dragon, but the chieftain struck him with his axe, breaking his stance.

The high shaman raised his hand and waved it, sending several golden flames hurtling towards the lich.

The lich steadied himself, and the necromantic power around him flowed, forming a shield that blocked the attack.

He did not attempt to make another move.

The bone dragon was his undead creation, containing a portion of his soul and power. Although it was severely injured by that hybrid dragon, it wasn't a major problem.

The necromantic magic power continuously surging from the Necromantic Array and the dimensional rift is still there. As long as the ritual is completed, he can merge with the soul of that hybrid dragon and become an unparalleled being!

Thinking of this, he gave a sinister laugh and continued chanting.

Alduin gripped the bone dragon's neck tightly, unleashing his Devour talent without reservation.

The power within the bone dragon surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into its body through its fangs.

Necromantic magic, soul fragments, and the essence of the undead accumulated by the bone dragon over hundreds of years... he swallowed them all.

The bone dragon's body began to collapse.

The skeleton shattered from the inside, bone fragments peeled off, bone dust flew everywhere, and remnants of soulfire seeped out from the gaps in the skull, but Alduin did not spare them either.

That was no longer a simple absorption of power, but a forced expansion at the soul level.

The soul vessel of the sixth-tier dragon was already nearly saturated, but within the bone dragon, there was a wisp of the lich's soul fire essence, refined to its extreme.

An immense and terrifying surge of soul power poured in, and Alduin felt his entire dragon soul being stretched, torn apart, and then reshaped.

"roar--!!"

A deafening roar, emanating from the very depths of the soul, exploded forth.

Dark golden dragon scales stood on end, and the shadows around his body surged wildly, transforming into a visible black storm that swept in all directions. The ground of the withered bone hill was crushed by the wind pressure, and rubble and bone dust swirled around him.

His body was expanding, condensing, and then sublimating.

The originally dark gold scales now glowed with a grayish-white light, each scale trembling as it absorbed the overflowing necromantic power and transformed it into its own magic.

The soul is being elevated.

The sixth-order shackles crumbled inch by inch.

Something seemed to shatter in the void, and Alduin felt a lightness in his mind as his vision suddenly opened up...

He could clearly "see" the magical energy flowing in the air, "hear" the tremors of the array patterns deep in the earth, "sense" the fluctuations of every incantation in a lich ritual, and even catch the faint wails of the moon soul when it was corrupted.

This is a dimensional perception that only a seventh-order soul possesses.

The moment his soul strength surged, the invisible restraints of the Dragon-Locking Array binding him suddenly loosened.

The spatial chains emanating from the array's core emitted a cracking sound as they succumbed to the strain, and fine cracks appeared on their surfaces.

Auduin slowly opened his mouth.

The bone dragon completely collapsed, turning into bone dust and specks of soul fire, which he inhaled entirely.

He hovered in mid-air, his dragon body slightly stretched out, and his dark golden vertical pupils no longer held any of their previous repression, but instead exuded the majesty and coldness that only an epic-level being could possess.

The peak of the sixth rank has been trampled under his feet.

At this moment, he is a true seventh-tier black dragon.

He slowly looked at the lich, a cold smile curving his lips.

If the lich hadn't been unable to escape, allowing him to seize the opportunity to devour a portion of the lich's soul power within the bone dragon and rapidly transform his own overly young soul, he might not have been able to break through to the seventh rank so quickly.

The lich gazed at the black dragon before him, the eerie purple flames flickering gently in his empty eye sockets.

He was somewhat surprised that Alduin was able to break through to the seventh-tier epic level directly, but he quickly came to terms with it.

A seventh-tier dragon soul... is even more perfect than a sixth-tier one.

The silvery-white light of the moon soul had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, with only a faint wisp of moonlight still flickering at its core.

The power of the dead surged into the Moon Soul like a tide, changing its color from silvery-white to grayish-white, and from grayish-white to eerie green.

The lich's chanting abruptly stopped.

He raised his hands, his bony fingers slowly piercing into the Moon Soul. The Moon Soul began to tremble violently, black light overflowing from the cracks, and dark purple light threads drifting from the lich's eye sockets, flowing along the bony fingers and into the Moon Soul.

His soul is being stripped away.

Upon seeing this, Alduin suddenly unleashed his seventh-tier dragon might, his dragon mouth opened wide, and a burst of blazing dragon breath, imbued with pure golden embers, roared out without the slightest hesitation.

This all-out attack, delivered just after breaking through to the seventh rank, was far more powerful than before. It instantly struck the lich's skeletal body, and with a deafening roar, the lich's body completely disintegrated, becoming riddled with holes.

But the soul fire that hovered in the air became even hotter.

The faint moonlight within the moon soul was completely swallowed by the dark purple light, and countless runes appeared on its surface.

This is the mark of the casket, the anchor point of the lich's soul.

The last wisp of soul drifted out of the lich's eye socket and was infused into the moon soul.

The skeleton lost its support and collapsed silently, the black robe falling and covering the broken bones.

The moon spirit floated in mid-air, its dark purple light shining through, like a beating heart.

A sense of unease rose in Auduin's heart.

The Dragon-Locking Formation was not completely dispelled; several chains still bound his dragon body.

He knew the lich's intentions.

This guy never intended to break through to the legendary level from the beginning. Instead, he used the stable properties of the Moon Soul to integrate his own soul into it as a link, and then established a channel with his own dragon soul through the Dragon Locking Array.

Thus, he successfully fused with his own dragon soul, becoming that legendary being—

Dragon Lich!

Alduin's dragon body stiffened abruptly, his eyes closed tightly, the light of the moon soul wrapped around his forehead, and the aura of the dragon soul began to overflow from his body, as if something was drawing it out.

The chieftain's expression changed drastically. He tried to rush forward, but was bounced back by an invisible barrier.

The high shaman leaned on his bone staff, his golden light shield stretched out at full force, yet he couldn't get any closer.

Everyone could only watch.

The lich's soul coalesced in Alduin's sea of ​​consciousness, and he looked around.

The dragon's sea of ​​consciousness was more expansive and chaotic than expected, but that didn't matter; he had plenty of experience.

He has lived for a thousand years and has devoured the souls of countless living beings.

He slowly drifted toward Alduin's dragon soul core.

It had no physical form, no face, only a wisp of dark purple soul fire, suspended in the very center of the soul world.

But its mere existence caused the entire sea of ​​consciousness to suddenly cool down.

Darkness solidified, the void froze, and even Alduin's dragon soul phantom trembled slightly.

That was the soul pressure of a thousand-year-old ghost, steeped in death and curse.

The lich did not act immediately, but simply hovered there quietly.

Alduin, however, felt his dragon soul being held down by an invisible hand, unable to move from head to toe.

Every inch of the sea of ​​consciousness was filled with the will of the dead, heavy, decaying, and extremely cold, like sinking into a soul burial abyss ten thousand meters deep.

"Struggling is futile, young dragon."

There was no sound, only a chilling intent that struck the dragon soul directly, causing his soul to go numb.

"A soul that has lived for over a thousand years is not even in the same league as your dragon soul, which has only been born for a few decades."