The opening of the pitch-black coffins was like throwing open the gates to a deeper hell. A cold, rotten aura, laden with a terrifying pressure that made souls tremble, spread like a tangible tide and instantly filled the entire Skeleton Space.
From the first three coffins to open, three figures slowly rose into the air. Their forms differed, but each radiated overwhelming death energy.
On the left was a Lich King draped in tattered starry robes, holding a twisted staff fashioned from a spine. Blue soul flames burned in his sunken eye sockets, while countless wailing spirits and curse runes flickering in and out of existence surrounded him. The psychic pressure he radiated made even those far away inside the ship feel stabbing pains in their heads.
On the right was an enormous Undead Dragon Lich assembled from the bones of countless dragons! His bones were an ominous dark gold, and cold white flames burned in his eye sockets. His spread wings blotted out the sky, and each movement of his jaws unleashed Nether Dragon Breath cold enough to freeze souls!
In the center stood a Death Knight clad in archaic black plate armor, wielding a Runic Warblade as enormous as a door! He rode a Nightmare Warhorse likewise made of bones, green flames burning around all four hooves. Beneath his helmet, his eye sockets were utterly black, yet they radiated the purest battlefield killing intent, forged through countless massacres! His ferocious presence far surpassed that of the Bone Knights before him!
Three undead lords! Each possessed an aura comparable to, or even greater than, the void bone whale from before! Their cold "gazes" locked simultaneously onto Lin Ye, who hovered in midair with lightning still raging around him!
"Intruder... desecrator of our slumber... suffer eternal punishment!" The Lich King