"How many corpses are buried beneath this pit?"
Tu Rong was now a frail and helpless Literary Scholar, boosting Lin Feng with his utterly pathetic Word Spirit while hiding behind his junior sister. For the first time in his life, a bizarre thought occurred to him: My junior sister is so tall and strong. She makes me feel so safe! Though he felt more than safe enough, the sight of the seemingly endless army of white bones still made his scalp crawl.
Those bones were truly horrifying.
Lin Feng smashed a dozen onrushing skeletons with a single slash. At some point, a line of blood had opened on her cheek. The scent of blood drifted into the air, rousing the nearby bones. Her brows drew together, and she answered in a low voice, "How would I know?"
"Ahhhhhh—"
Tu Rong let out a string of piercing screams.
Lin Feng thought an enemy had crept up and attacked him. Without a second thought, she thrust out her blade, piercing the skull whose eye sockets held dancing flames. It exploded on the spot. Lin Feng's expression darkened. "Tu Xianrong, what are you yelling for?"
Tu Rong nearly jumped out of his skin.
"I'm psyching myself up."
Though he had become a Literary Scholar and lost the strength boost from martial energy, his physical fitness and strength remained. The heavy shield that an ordinary adult couldn't even lift fit him just right. He could wield it with both hands and charge into the enemy in one go.
Not every one of those bones was sturdy.
A single blow from his shield could smash several brittle ones. The ones that survived couldn't withstand the force of his charge either. The shield sent them flying backward, crashing into their comrades who kept pressing forward.
Lin