Clang, clang, clang...
Metallic clangs rang out as skeleton soldiers wreathed in demonic qi and carrying an aura of decay appeared before Zhao Fu.
These should have been transformed from dead demon soldiers. They were not especially strong, each possessing roughly fifth- or sixth-order cultivation, and their numbers were relatively few. They had likely already been cleared out once by the people ahead, making things much easier for Zhao Fu.
Facing these skeleton soldiers that radiated demonic qi, Zhao Fu swung his sword again and again, each strike carrying terrifying blood-colored sword light as he advanced as though cutting grass.
Before Zhao Fu's power, those skeletons had no strength to resist at all. They were cleaved into countless bones by his sword strikes, scattering across the ground.
The group behind him felt somewhat alarmed. Watching the skeleton soldiers surging forward continuously get slain by Zhao Fu with effortless ease, they also realized there might be another group ahead. After all, quite a few skeletons had already been killed in front of Zhao Fu.
"Let's go!"
The valiant young man spoke, and just as everyone was about to move forward, an accident suddenly occurred.
A magic formation abruptly activated. Undead aura from all around frantically gathered, forming skulls one after another, while all the skeletons that had originally been slain around them resurrected. With fierce momentum, they attacked the group like a tidal wave.
The group hurriedly deployed a defensive barrier. Looking at the skeletons hemming them in so tightly, fear appeared on their faces.
"You're despicable! You actually used such a method to harm us." The valiant young man furiously shouted at Zhao Fu, believing that Zhao Fu had done this.
Zhao Fu turned around and gave a disdainful laugh. "You were careless yourselves. That trap wasn't set by me