Thick fog rolled in, lingering for a long time without dispersing.
Yet it was clearly much thinner than before. Dozens of skeletal figures could be faintly made out within the mist, a dull red glow glimmering from their round skulls.
Yuanchu had exhausted all his Origin, his strength nearly spent. He lay prone on the ground, raising his staff and pointing it directly at the creatures before him.
Chapter 62