Oppression

At the top of the city wall, the wind whistled over. Although it was still spring, the chilly wind from the Ghost Realm of the Yin Spirit still brought waves of coldness.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the forest of the Western Capital was full of greenery and vitality. At most, it was a little too quiet. However, in the eyes of countless ability users, the greenery was swallowed by the boundless aura of death. As far as the eye could see, there were piles of white bones everywhere.

One after another, skeleton warriors raised their heads high. Their empty eyes looked at the members of the various high school teams standing on the top of the city wall. It made people's scalps go numb and they were extremely nervous.