"Trust me, there is nothing to be afraid of. If I can do it, I hope you will let me follow you!" Mo Changfeng stood proudly amidst the chilling air, the long sword in his hand twinkling with light, Primordial Qi circulating around his body, his hair that hadn't been cut for five years fluttering in the wind.
As his voice fell, immediately afterwards, the bones that had been shattered by Mo Changfeng on the ground swiftly reassembled in the cold air.
Amidst the creaking sounds of the bone joints, numerous skeletons were formed once again, one by one standing up in the white chill, countless eerily green lights burning in the eye sockets of these skulls, looking even more horrifying and bizarre than before.
"This kind of trash, even if ten thousand more came, they couldn't bother me!" Mo Changfeng did not take these skeletons seriously at all, the sword light in his hand flashed, and he executed the Dragon Slayer Technique once again.
"Whoosh!"
