Accompanied by the shrill, piercing whistle, a cold wind abruptly swept through the empty, gloomy graveyard.
The already low temperature around them plunged once again.
A gray-white glimmer, visible to the naked eye like mist, gradually emerged in the air.
It was a sign that the aura of the undead was extremely dense.
"Clack, clack—"
The hair-raising sound of bones grinding against each other came from deep beneath the soil as the dust on the ground trembled. Like sprouts breaking through the earth, dirt and gravel rolled away, and a dazzling, glaring pallor appeared before everyone present.
In just a few seconds.
Nearly thirty Skeletons of various sizes climbed up from the graves around the wooden hut.
Pairs of deep, hollow eye sockets silently stared at the people in front of the door.
Even though he had long since prepared himself mentally, and had gone through many sudden encounters before, Xia Nan still felt his scalp go numb, uncertainty rising in his heart.
They were different from the dangerous, frenzied Monsters in Thin Mist Forest.
These bone frames before him, deathly white and gleaming coldly, had not a single piece of flesh on them, so naturally there was no possibility of roaring or howling.
They only looked at you in silence.
Carrying the gray deathly aura in the air with them, they approached you step by step amid the clatter of bones.
That intangible pressure was even heavier than facing twice as many Goblins.
If it were someone with a slightly weaker mind, they would probably have already thrown down their weapon, turned around, and fled.
"Whew."
Xia Nan breathed slowly, exhaling a stream of white mist into the icy air.
The sword hilt in his palm grew increasingly scorching.
Behind him, a high and stirring sound of a zither