Dry-Skin Skeleton

"Ah, save me!"

A scream suddenly rang out from Mine Zone 037, then cut off abruptly.

A warrior around fifty years old stood there, the skin on his surface unchanged while his body suddenly collapsed inward, shrinking like a deflated ball.

In the end, he became nothing more than a sheet of human skin.

A skeletal claw emerged from the shadow on the ground, dragged the fallen skin underground, and vanished.

The others quickly retreated, yet every so often, another scream would ring out and someone would die.

One of the Tower Masters at this location was barely holding on. Though he had used his domain and Scarlet Silver to halt the eerie creature's advance, he could not stop it from continuing to kill with its strange ability.

He had merely slowed the frequency of its killings.

When Wu Heng led his four teammates down, he saw a malformed figure standing opposite Tower Master No. 37.

It resembled a skeleton. Its head was wider than its shoulders, its hands and feet each had three toes, and it wore taut human skin that did not fit its bones. The face on that skin had been stretched tight and warped out of shape.

Its hand's reflected shadow extended for a full kilometer, crossing over boulders and obstacles. A shadow claw thrust out of the ground and grabbed the warrior's ankle.

Once the warrior was touched, the flesh and blood inside his body vanished starting from the point of contact. Only his skin remained, seized by the shadow claw and dragged into the darkness.

When it appeared again, the warrior's fresh human skin was in the eerie skeleton's hand.

Those brand-new skins slipped through the gaps where the Dry-Skin Skeleton's skin and bones curled away at its wrist, like snakes slithering into a