Ye Yu's spiritual energy surged wildly at that moment. The Purple Firmament Sword appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye, and without another word, he swept it toward his back.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out, and Ye Yu hurriedly retreated in an explosive burst.
Only then did he see that a humanoid monster had appeared behind him. It wore a suit of armor, but beneath that armor was nothing but a skeleton.
Within what should have been empty eye sockets sat a pair of scarlet pupils, staring fixedly at him.
Ye Yu regarded the monster before him with a grave expression, tightening his grip on the Purple Firmament Sword.
Although that strike had not used spiritual energy, the fact that it could withstand a slash from the Purple Firmament Sword without damage was enough to prove that this thing was anything but ordinary.
The skeleton's lower jaw moved, as if it wanted to say something, but its empty mouth could not produce any sound at all.
Ye Yu frowned. The next moment, however, a voice rang out from all around him.
"Those who trespass into the imperial mausoleum shall die!"
A divine soul? Ye Yu's expression abruptly turned solemn. Every person was born with a divine soul, but if one could cultivate it to the point where it could attack—
Then that person was at least a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage.
In other words, this skeleton before him had at least been in Spirit Transformation during its lifetime!
Whoosh!
A tearing sound cut through the air. In the blink of an eye, the skeleton had arrived before Ye Yu, its broken longsword chopping down at his face.
So fast!
Ye Yu was startled. The skeleton's speed had directly evaded all his senses. Acting on