Seeing the Werewolves charging at him like mad, Li Shaolin felt his heart sink. This time, I'm really done for. With dozens of Werewolves attacking at once, even if all his Skeletons were here, they might not be able to hold them off—let alone now, when only one remained, not even enough to fill the Werewolves' teeth.
"Whoosh!"
Sharp Claw swept down!
Li Shaolin desperately dodged the Elite Werewolf's strike in front of him, but failed to notice what was behind him. A flash of cold light appeared, and a long, bloody gash opened across his arm.
Nearby, the Half-Orc Skeleton roared as it swung its bone club and stepped in front of him. The fleshy half of its body had already been slashed open by another Elite Werewolf, split apart to reveal pale, bloodless muscle.
"Fody, take her and go!"
He grabbed the child behind him and shoved her into Fody's nearly petrified hands, then pushed Fody several steps away. At the same time, he twisted aside to avoid a Werewolf's savage swipe. Enduring the pain in his arm and chest, he trembled as he opened the Book of the Dead.
The situation was already critical. He had no choice but to release those heavily injured Skeletons and stall for as long as he could.
What he did not notice was that blood flowing from the wound on his arm had run down into his palm. As he flipped through the Book of the Dead, the blood inadvertently seeped into its pages and vanished in an instant, as though the book had absorbed it!
Several flashes of light appeared, and the Bronze Skeleton, Sharp Claw, and Electric Skeleton immediately emerged. After recovering in the Book of the Dead for about an hour, Sharp Claw, whose injuries had been lighter