Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade.
Yuan Feng turned around in shock, his expression filled with terror as he stared at the Spirit Bodies summoned by Lin An.
White, ghostly shadows shot rapidly past him one after another. The sudden drop in temperature made him shudder.
What kind of ability is this!?
Watching the Spirit Bodies rush into the distance, he was momentarily dazed.
He had originally thought that being able to create Necro-spirits made him exceptionally ingenious, but he had never imagined that Lin An could apparently control Necro-spirits as well.
The fully opened Bronze Gate revealed an interior that seemed to drag one's soul inside at a single glance.
What a bizarre skill. Was it equipment or a talent?
No wonder.
No wonder Lin An had discovered that something was wrong with him.
After abandoning his last shred of hope, Yuan Feng swallowed dryly. His true body, hiding in the distance, instinctively retreated another hundred meters.
Can't afford to provoke him. Can't afford to provoke him.
Looking at Lin An's profile, he couldn't help cursing under his breath.
This guy is a monster. Just how many abilities does he have!?
At the same time, he became even more curious about what kind of enemy could possibly require Lin An to set an ambush.
Ignoring Yuan Feng beside him, Lin An lightly tapped a finger toward the heavily cracked building and controlled a large group of Spirit Bodies to launch a suicidal charge.
Although the enemy might not be able to hold out much longer, Lin An had always dealt with enemies by wiping them out completely, leaving no future trouble behind.
What if it had a trump card? What if it could transform like him?
Compared to the Undead Legion he had summoned during his first Deathmatch, the Death God