Shen Ye looked, gradually growing wary.
A god of death?
"Hey, Big Skeleton, let me ask you something," Shen Ye whispered.
"Go ahead," Big Skeleton's voice rang out.
"Are there gods of death in Hell?" Shen Ye asked.
"Gods of death? No. Death is a rule, while gods are intelligent embodiments of a world's power. They have nothing to do with each other-gods of death generally refer to some sort of symbol or metaphor." Big Skeleton was highly knowledgeable.
Shen Ye fell into thought.
At that moment, Big Skeleton changed the subject, secretly transmitting his voice:
"The Shadow Race is very proud. I never expected them to charge you only a few Bone Coins. I really can't understand it."
"They do look arrogant," Shen Ye replied.
"These fellows only care about bloodline and background-that General Tazwell must be something special. Be careful from here on," Big Skeleton warned.
"I'm his Scout Captain. I make my living working for him. I just need to do my job well," Shen Ye said.
The Skeleton Bird kept flying forward.
Suddenly.
A streak of light flashed toward him.
Clang!
Amid the deafening impact.
Shen Ye blocked with his sword in one hand and pressed his other hand against empty space, instantly flying back dozens of meters before steadying himself again.
He looked up.
Without his noticing, the Skeleton Bird had led him onto a relatively secluded road.
There were hardly any fleeing Dead Souls here.
But.
Shadow Knights appeared around him, one after another. They spread out, all but sealing off every route of retreat.
"Aren't you well acquainted with the general?" Shen Ye asked.
"General Tazwell is an extremely wealthy and powerful Fallen Angel. We reckon you must have plenty of good things on you," one Shadow Knight said.
"I get it. You're