With Li Ye's final words, the magic of the Fire Talisman drifting in the air was completely spent. The mangled skeletons wandering aimlessly around the spiritual aura watched blankly as the last speck of golden light died out, freezing in place.
At this point, Changmian was still oblivious. He hesitated, wondering if he should throw out another one just for fun, but when he reached into his robes to check, he found only a few thin talismans left. There was still a path to explore ahead; it was better not to waste them here.
In his hesitation, a hyperactive skeleton stretched out a long arm and, with a sharp snap, snuffed out the remaining sparks of firelight.
Chapter 157