Skeleton Slayer

With only a moment's flash of light, merely glimpsing that flame had already inflicted irreparable, serious injuries on this Legendary Rank Skeleton Warrior—not a weak one by any means.

Its snow-white bones, like jade, seemed to have truly become candles, melting and running until it was left half-collapsed on the ground.

Fortunately, though, only half of the skull encasing its soul had melted. Its soul fire was still safely protected.

A faint purple flame flickered as it stared dazedly at the Skeleton Thief in front of it, whose forehead was exceptionally smooth, like a little bald head.

"An unsteady song drifted over the wavering flame."

The song made it feel very comfortable—until that figure loomed over it.

Tall and gaunt, yet carrying an indescribable pressure. Just approaching seemed enough to snuff out its flame completely.

The pitch-black figure stood behind the little bald skeleton.

Even the undead, whose nature was to feel little, would have this day's scene deeply etched into their memories.

Its jawbone was missing its lower half. It struggled to open its mouth and answer the song.

"Rest."

At that moment, Golden Flame climbed over its body. Its figure vanished, and a silhouette was sensed by Xiao Yang: a special burial ground that carried a sense of serenity.

In a way, Little Bone seemed to have formed a divine kingdom before its master.

This little fellow was quite a prodigy. Even at Legendary Rank, it had already managed to create a divine kingdom, and it likely had divinity as well.

That divinity hadn't come from Xiao Yang's gift. It must have come from the Goddess of Repose.

Xiao Yang had sensed this trend ever since Little Bone acquired that special Golden Flame, but he hadn't interfered.

"With a divine kingdom and divinity... Little Bone only needs one