Lin Qi and his group stood at the entrance to the Undead Hall. The Dragon Witch King released a subtle gray mist that wrapped around them, and not a single one of the countless powerful undead within the hall detected their presence.
Floating above the central platform, Gou Site shouted passionately, "The right choice! With the Undead Holy Temple descending once more and the gods about to unleash a new war, what should we do? Are we to keep hiding in the Undead Abyss forever, enduring this sunless existence? No, no, no!"
Gou Site shouted at the top of his voice, but aside from a very small handful, the undead powerhouses around him all wore standard deadpan faces, without the slightest change in expression. One wraith even drifted lazily into the air and said coolly, "A sunless existence? That is precisely the life we like best. We wraiths do not like the sun!"
Another powerful Black Knight slammed a hand heavily against the armrest of his seat and burst into laughter. "Aha! Aside from those undead who truly dislike the sun, how many young undead can withstand being baked beneath it? Hey, you skeleton racks over there—do your skeleton soldiers enjoy being dried into firewood by the sun?"
A Skeleton King wearing a ruby crown, seated directly opposite that Black Knight, gave a dry laugh. Crossing one leg over the other, he took out a bottle of rose essential oil from the surface world and began leisurely rubbing it over his ribs. The pink rose oil made his ribs shine brilliantly, and as he groomed them, he let out a cackling laugh.
"Of course, old fossils like us do not care. But those little ones—after getting sunburned, are they supposed to replenish calcium or something?"
A whole crowd of undead