"Hum~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
An ethereal yet heart-palpitating evening-drum sound rang out inexplicably. The Egyptian undead wandering across the land of Giza rapidly lost their remaining consciousness, as if that drum sound were some kind of Sanskrit chant capable of cleansing heaven and earth, granting these filthy dead things a second death!
Skeletons rolled and piled up into a grand bone avenue. The copper boots beneath Fang Zhou's footsteps landed on this avenue, creaking with every step as if some force were converging within his body.
Chapter 117