Clearly, infighting had broken out between two groups.
Lin Feng stayed put.
He took a look with [Qi-Observing Eye]. Those skeletons wearing square headscarves were monsters too.
Strangely, their threat level was none.
None?
Lin Feng refused to believe anything in these mountains posed "no" threat to him.
Even if he wasn't at the bottom of the pecking order here, he was still below the middle.
If their threat level was "none," how did these headscarf-wearing skeletons dare face off against the mage skeletons?
As the prisoners called out, strange changes seemed to occur in the earth's veins.
The ground began to tremble slightly.
With each successive tremor, the skeletons in the large urns rapidly grew muscles, blood vessels, innards, and organs.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Many human faces drifted out of the Ritual Banner and attached themselves to the little skeletons' faces.
The little skeletons now had faces.
One skeleton roughly snatched the guide's skin from a little Skeleton Mage's hands, draped it over itself, and rolled on the ground, taking on the guide's appearance.
The other little skeletons did the same, fishing skins out of the large urns and wrapping themselves in them.
The large Skeleton Mage chanted swiftly, steadily, and precisely. Under its incantations, the skeletons rapidly turned into "living people," except that scales covered their skin, and they carried the lingering stench of rotting Corpse.
The smell alone was nauseating.
"Yaksha."
Li Pusa explained from behind him. Having come to terms with things, he no longer struggled and even had time to comment on the magical battle before them, as though watching a monkey show.
He casually wiped the black blood beneath his nostrils, smearing it across his face, and stood to the side, pointing things out.
Lin Feng was much the same.