Soul Song

As he walked through the darkness, the farther down he went, the more yellowed bones he saw. If he'd been barefoot, he could probably have felt every uneven, rough edge beneath his feet, where the bones had piled up over one another.

This was where the undead began to appear.

One after another, they crawled out of the heaps of bones, their expressions vacant.

There weren't too many—not enough to blanket everything in front of him, packed tightly together.

But there weren't too few, either. Flecks of ghostly flame flickered quietly in the darkness.

Xiao Yang was fairly good at handling situations like this.

"He was a killer."

"An Undead Slayer!"

The only thing he wasn't quite used to was having his axe broken.

In fact, one reason Xiao Yang had been looking for trouble with these evil gods lately was that he wanted to gather suitable materials to reforge the Abyssal Butcher.

"Do I really need to use an Upper Authority against these guys?"

After giving it some thought, Xiao Yang decided that would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. Besides, he had another old companion with him.

Xiao Yang took an utterly ordinary-looking walking stick in hand.

"Justice's Condolence, updated and optimized!"

The scene felt somewhat familiar.

The undead had no such thing as fear, especially the low-level ones.

A skeleton wearing corroded equipment noticed Xiao Yang approaching. It turned its bony head toward him and paused for a moment. The pale flame in its eye sockets flickered, then it charged without hesitation.

With a clatter of bones, it rushed toward Xiao Yang, claws outstretched.

Then Xiao Yang brought his stick down hard on its skull.

An unexpectedly spectacular scene unfolded.

The instant Justice's Condolence struck, the entire skeleton shattered and vanished into dust. Only