Rumble!
As countless white skeletons trembled faintly, streaks of red light appeared in the eyes of magical beast skeletons that had lain silent for thousands of years.
In an instant, hundreds of blood-red eyes appeared before Xiao Yan. Even his expression changed at such a sight.
Crack, crack. As those eyes lit up, the magical beast skeletons seemed to come alive, slowly moving toward Xiao Yan and his companions.
"Young Master, please step back a little." Xiao Wu stepped forward of his own accord, shielding Xiao Yan behind him.
"Elder Wu, be careful." Xiao Yan's expression had grown considerably more solemn.
"Heh, these magical beast skeletons? Even when they were alive, they were no match for me. Unless the Seven-Colored Demon Saint himself returns to life, they can only be reduced to dust before me."
Xiao Wu chuckled lightly.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the giant python skeleton in the distance, which had remained utterly motionless, suddenly made a noise.
The next moment, an eerie red light appeared in the empty eye sockets of its head.
"I really do have a fucking crow's mouth!"
At the sight before him, Xiao Wu wanted nothing more than to give himself two hard slaps.
But it was too late to say anything now. The immense, towering skeleton, resembling a bone dragon, began to grow increasingly lifelike. Its crimson eyes had already fixed on Xiao Yan's group.
At that moment, solemn expressions finally appeared on the faces of Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, who had remained calm and unruffled ever since leaving the Xiao Clan.
The remains of a Five-Star Dou Sheng were not to be underestimated as long as they could still move, even after thousands of years in death.
Watching the white-boned magical beasts approach with increasingly nimble movements,