Bam—!
Crash—!
"Roar—!"
Ji Yaohua's fan whirled through the air, stirring up bursts of golden light wherever it passed, mixed with gray-white bone fragments.
The eerie roars echoed endlessly, sending shivers down the spine.
Ying Ze swung the long weapon in his hand, constantly sweeping it towards the approaching skeletons. His spiritual power was already tinged with a faint golden hue, ready to enter the Golden Realm at any moment.
The long weapon stabbed fiercely at the skeletons, resulting in a burst of shattering bones.
The two stood back to back, faces cold and firm, eyes vigilantly scanning the surrounding skeleton soldiers that were continuously closing in on them, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see.
"Jie jie..."
A sinister laugh emanated from the mouths of the skeleton soldiers, their eye sockets glowing with clusters of green fire.
"Damn it! How did we get so unlucky to provoke these guys!" Ji Yaohua gritted his teeth and said.
