Dead Spirits

Flesh and blood were devoured, turning into a pitch-black skeleton. Not a shred of flesh remained on its bones; only its hollow eyes flickered with an eerie green light.

Anyone who saw this scene would feel chills crawl down their spine. The green light in those eyes was the soul of the dead, imprisoned within.

Figures darted through the air, doing their utmost to stay away from the area where Lin Feng stood.

"Dead Spirits!"

A pitch-black skeleton—even after death, its soul could not find rest.

No hint was needed. Anyone knew what kind of Soul Skill this was.

Mountain Specter, ranked fifty-first on the Earth List, possessed the innate skill Dead Spirits, a curse-type soul ability.

It was a God-Tier Soul Skill among curse Soul Skills.

Those struck by it could only watch helplessly as their flesh and blood were mercilessly devoured, leaving behind a skeleton that gradually turned black.

That was also how Dead Spirits got its name.

At the same time, the dead spirit could be controlled by the Soul Skill's owner, and it retained part of the power it had possessed in life.

Mountain Specter was renowned far and wide. It was a demon spirit unique to Earth.

This demon spirit was extremely rare.

Some had refined this demon spirit before, but no one had ever heard of anyone successfully absorbing the Dead Spirits Soul Skill.

This type of demon spirit could not be absorbed through exceptional talent alone.

Among curse Soul Skills, this was the most feared one.

There was no second.

Lin Feng's combination of Soul Skills had already been sinister and terrifying enough. Now, with Dead Spirits added to the mix, countless foreigners furrowed their brows, their wariness deepening. Some even revealed looks of horror.

Under everyone's gaze, the black skeleton with green