In the darkness, pairs of green eyes appeared before them. Wherever the skeleton army passed, candles kept flickering to life in the sconces hanging on the walls.
The dim candlelight shone upon the glistening white bones, as though the skeletons were declaring this their home ground.
Su Jiu noticed that every one of these skeletons carried a faint trace of demonic qi.
It was this demonic qi that gave them the ability to stand and fight. Each held a sword, and the blades were likewise covered in demonic qi-even more densely than the skeletons themselves.
By now, the skeletons had charged into the crowd.
The cultivators on both sides thus joined battle.
Among the crowd, Gu Ningyun had already found her position. With a wave of her hand and a flash of light, her Konghou abruptly appeared in her hands.
As the battle began, the music of her Konghou rang out.
Strands of spiritual qi intertwined with the music, entering each cultivator's body to lend them strength only after the two had fully blended.
In this battle, Yun Huanling did not use the Nine-Bend Compass he had always favored. Instead, as though his brain had short-circuited, he took out a sword.
The instant Yun Chao saw Yun Huanling draw a sword, he nearly sliced his own finger with his blade.
The disbelief on his face made him look as though he had seen some world-class monstrosity.
Yun Huanling tilted his head and saw the words written all over his elder brother's face: Have you lost your mind?
Though Yun Chao had not seen much of Yun Huanling growing up, he still understood his younger brother reasonably well. If he had to describe Yun Huanling's talent for swordsmanship, it was probably on par with his own talent for divination.
In short,