Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Countless skeletons gripped the war sword in their hands, standing solemnly in place, all looking at the same spot.
They did not speak, nor could they.
The cemetery was eerily quiet.
The cultivators stared blankly at the upright skeletons, looking at the war swords in their hands. For some inexplicable reason, they felt like these skeletons were a well-trained army. Perhaps in ancient times, the sects were not like the sects now, focused on recruiting disciples, but more like the secular dynasty of today, forming a large army.
The bloody glow in the eyes of the cultivators did not fade. But at this moment, they merely looked at this skeletal army. It was unclear what they were thinking.
After a moment, one skeleton stepped forward from the ranks, war sword in hand. It arrived in front of a cultivator, raised the war sword in its hand, and beheaded the cultivator with a single swing.
The war sword which looked like it had decayed for countless years, appeared extraordinarily sharp at this moment. With a gentle swing, it severed the cultivator's head.
The head rolled on the ground like a round ball.
Then, the skeleton emitted an extremely incomprehensible sound. It was impossible to discern its meaning.
That was when the people seemed to wake from a dream, snapping back to reality.
"RUN!"
A cultivator yelled out, turning around and running for the outskirts.
But it was still a moment too late. The skeletons carried their war swords and advanced towards the crowd. The eerie green light in their eyes now seemed incredibly terrifying, like malevolent spirits from the abyss!
The scene erupted into chaos. The skeletal army dispersed, carrying their war swords as they approached the cultivators, bringing with them the scent of death.
Wind suddenly arose in the cemetery. It was bone-piercingly cold, as if it came from the deepest part of hell.
A cultivator collided with the skeleton in front of him. In his panic, he quickly invoked a talisman. In an instant, the talisman in his hand ignited, conjuring a fire
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