Nan Shang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and exclaimed in delighted surprise, "Senior Brother Lin!"
"If I remember correctly, the Winter Clan's dragon cultivators liked to build their cave abodes beneath Snow Mountain."
"Since even Golden Core Stage Undead Warriors were only used as guards here, the owner was very likely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul level or above."
"We might find quite a few treasures."
Lin Ke could not help giving a wry smile at the man whose expression changed faster than pages could turn. With a backhand strike, he scattered the Undead Warriors that had re-formed once again.
"Junior Brother Nan, let's first think about how to deal with the Undead Warriors in front of us."
"Although they only have Golden Core Stage strength, if they land a slash on us..."
"It will damage our Divine Souls, which would be no different from cutting off our own paths to immortality."
Nan Shang immediately said, "There's something you don't know, Senior Brother Lin. I read a volume of the Archives that said separating each Undead Warrior's head from its body would ensure it could no longer revive."
As he spoke, more Undead Warriors poured out of the cave abode. Over a dozen archers simultaneously shot their own hand bones at the pair as arrows.
Lin Ke immediately turned sideways. Feeling the aura of death sweep past his face, his hair stood on end.
"Get down!"
The two dropped onto the freezing ice.
Lin Ke immediately mobilized the Spirit Insects inside his body to form a barrier, blocking the hand bones to one side.
He formed a hand seal, sending the Golden Flying Sword darting out again to shatter the Undead Warriors.
As he shattered them, he made sure to twist the blade, separating their