She blankly turned her head, only to see a Bronze Skeleton slowly emerge from beside her, its eyes blazing with two flames silently watching her.
With her heart stopped and her blood no longer circulating, the lack of oxygen quickly darkened her vision.
In that final moment, she knew her life was about to end.
"All taken care of."
On Ye Lan's side, she was preparing to have the Skeletons withdraw.
But it seemed it was already too late. Quan Chengqiu, who was on the first floor, had heard the commotion.
He frowned and glanced toward the stairs, vaguely sensing something. His mind instinctively tensed.
He had realized something had happened... but he did not know exactly what.
So he quickened his pace and rushed up the stairs.
The moment he reached the second floor, he discovered that everyone upstairs was dead.
The two Bronze Skeletons snapped their heads around.
"What are these? Skeleton puppets?"
At that moment, he guessed that the two subordinates he had sent to check the neighboring room were probably doomed as well.
Without hesitation, his body left an afterimage where he stood, and his arm slammed into one of the Skeletons.
Crack!
His arm punched straight through its abdomen, and he grabbed the Skeleton by the skull.
His fingers were like steel and iron, brutally piercing into it.
The eerie temperature of the Soul Fire seemed to combine extreme heat and cold, but compared to what he felt, the Bronze Skeleton was clearly the one suffering the fatal blow.
Its entire body began to tremble as it fiercely swung the weapon in its hand.
But the man nimbly reached out, grabbed the Skeleton's wrist, and twisted with a crack. Its joint came apart like a detached component.
The Bronze Skeleton beside it raised its