"Bang."
The thick leather boots, stained with mud, landed heavily.
The fragile skull burst instantly, like a ball of yarn soaked in dust, splattering countless tiny gray specks into the surrounding air.
Xia Nan casually flicked his wooden sword, which was no longer hot, and returned it to the sword sheath.
Compared to their eerie appearance, the combat strength of these dozens of skeletons was rather mediocre.
Some didn't even require action; as they crawled out of the earth, they were missing half an arm or an entire leg.
They stumbled a few steps and never got up again after falling.
Xia Nan even felt he didn't need his teammates.
With the wooden sword in hand and the endurance from a formidable Constitution, he could easily handle them alone.
The only regret was that the Tomb Guardian, whom he had cut the arm off, ran away after blowing the bone whistle.
He intended to chase after it, but Ingram stopped him, brimming with confidence as if he had planned it all along.
