The wind raged, driving fine grains of sand against the cracked wall and scattering the droplets of blood.
The gaunt corpse whipped its head around. Its sunken eye sockets turned toward the stone wall beside it, while the sand rattled the gilded scales beneath its rotting robe.
It smelled life. The rich, surging vitality intoxicated it. For a moment, it almost believed it had returned to the long-vanished golden age.
A wisp of ghostly blue flame kindled in the armored corpse's eye sockets. It suppressed the greed in its soul and tried to warn the other two Warriors.
It had barely opened its mouth when bubbles suddenly rose among the scattered blood droplets. A large hand emerged and clamped over its entire face!
Smack.
Yellow sand and blood sprayed through the air as Xia Lun appeared silently from the crimson spatter, like a ghost.
He braced his thumb and forefinger against the armored corpse's temples like a pair of pincers, then squeezed with all five fingers!
Crack.
At the dull sound of splitting bone, Xia Lun expected to crush the corpse's skull outright. To his surprise, this armored Undead's bones were extraordinarily hard, and its shriveled skin had a strange, leatherlike toughness!
For an instant, the ghostly flames deep in the corpse's sockets met Xia Lun's gaze. He could clearly see its shock and its jaw slowly dropping open.
Only now, face-to-face, did Xia Lun notice the dense red tattoos inscribed across its purplish-black face. As he tightened his grip, the markings began to give off an eerie red glow!
The Undead in this world aren't right. I need another approach!
The instant the thought struck him, a mass of pitch-black Final Ash burst from Xia Lun's palm. With a bang, the smell of malt mingled with something scorched filled