Otherworldly Skeleton Evolution

“Great Gods, I’m really not lying, no one has come here before!”

The nameless man looked at the empty Skeleton Graveyard in front of him with a look of utter terror, completely clueless as to what had happened.

He had brought Xuan Yue and Qian Chonglang to the Skeleton Graveyard, simply wanting to use their skills to evade the archers guarding the outer perimeter.

Xuan Yue and Qian Chonglang were both disciples of the Twelve Gods, and the successor type at that.

One a disciple of Emei Ci, and the other a disciple of Qian Shanxue, with their help, he was sure to get the treasure.

But unexpectedly, the secret he had grasped seemed to have been beaten to the punch by someone else?

“Pu!”

A dagger directly pierced through his neck.

“-457!”

Critical Damage, plus a vital point in the neck – the nameless man dissipated into light.

“Whether someone has come or not, your value has been exhausted.”

“Pu…”

A spray of fresh blood was drawn out.

Xuan Yue licked the dagger, revealing a satisfied smile.

As one of the Twelve Legends, the proudest disciple of Emei Ci, he had always looked down on trash.

Second-rate experts like the nameless man were nothing but chickens and dogs in his presence, unworthy of sharing the treasure with him.

“Yin Dog, stop the chatter, looking at the situation, it seems someone has been here.”

Xuan Yue didn’t mind being called Yin Dog at all. He just kept squatting on the ground, dipping his finger in some Bone Powder to examine it. “No hurry. Based on the timing, they shouldn’t have gone in for long.”

“At this stage, which force would have the guts to lead a team to clear out the Skeleton Graveyard? The fog here is heavy and archers are clustered everywhere. It would probably take the deaths of several hundred people to push in.”

Qian Chonglang looked solemn. “It can’t be the Temple, can it?”

The Temple was the number one guild in the China region, with powerful strength and truly colossal scale, possessing thousands of elites and millions of member players.

Qian Chonglang felt that only a top ten guild could pay such a heavy price to level the Skeleton Graveyard at this stage.

And the most likely possibility was the Temple.

“My master knows the Temple’s Third Elder. They don’t have this kind of mission.”

Xuan Yue denied Qian Chonglang’s speculation and proceeded cautiously.

He was more prudent by nature, especially fond of sneak attacks when PKing. He had killed many people, and over time, players crowned him with the title of Yin Dog.

Together with Sword Hero Yun Xiang and Mad Dog Qian Chonglang, he was one of the Twelve Legends.

He also had a stronger curiosity about things he didn’t understand than most people, so along the way, he kept examining the bones beneath his feet.

“All the bones have cuts, nine Tomb-Guarding Archers, three died from fatal head injuries, the others unscathed?”

“It seems like the work of one person? Entering this dense fog rashly would likely result in being turned into a sieve, who could possibly clear all the archers?”

Yin Dog Xuan Yue’s expression changed, feeling that something eerie was going on.

“Yin Dog, what are you doing? Let’s first think about how to get past those guilds. No matter which guild it is, running into them probably isn’t good…”

“Whoosh!”

The sound of something ripping through the air suddenly rang out in the desolate Skeleton Graveyard.

“Ding!”

By Qian Chonglang’s side, a dagger collided with an arrow in midair, sending out a shockwave.

The arrow was sliced in two by the dagger, falling to the parched ground in pieces.

“There are archers! Fall back!”

“Whoosh!”

Another tearing sound. From within the fog, an arrow trailing crimson flames shot out.

“This arrow is no ordinary one, don’t try to block it!”