Moreover, he had already exposed nearly all his trump cards last time. Lord of Hundred Bones would certainly have made preparations.
"Looks like I'll have to use methods Whitebone Adept never expected."
Meanwhile, at White Bone Mountain—
Deep within an unknown cave,
An Elder with a cold, stern face and sinister eyes sat cross-legged atop a stone platform. Before him floated a skeleton.
This man was the Supreme Elder of White Bone Mountain, the True Monarch Hundred Bones whom the outside world feared like a tiger.
Under his control, it emitted a faint white glow and began undergoing strange changes.
Lord of Hundred Bones' hands danced like phantoms, and one obscure Mystic Gesture after another shot from his fingertips into the skeleton.
As the Mystic Gestures continued to enter it, strands of ghostly light began flashing across the skeleton, and its form started to change.
Its limbs gradually extended, while its short finger bones and toe bones rapidly lengthened, becoming sharp as hooks, seemingly capable of tearing through space.
Its vertebrae twisted and reassembled section by section, making the entire skeleton taller and more robust, faintly radiating a chilling pressure.
After an unknown amount of time, Lord of Hundred Bones suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a bloody arrow and shot toward the skeleton.
The moment the blood essence touched the skeleton, it rapidly seeped inside. In an instant, the light on the bones flared brilliantly, illuminating the entire cave as brightly as day.
As though life had been injected into it, the skeleton began to tremble violently. Every bone emitted crackling sounds, as if it were undergoing a transformation that shed its old body and exchanged its bones.
A layer of white bone plates began growing across its surface, like a suit of indestructible