Chapter 1360: The Netherworld's European Emperor_2

Dozens of low-level skeletons struggled to emerge from the Land of Skeletons, their Soul Fire dim and flickering, their bodies frail as if a slightly stronger gust of chilling wind could reduce them back to dry bones.

But as time passed, these newly-born undead instinctively absorbed the surrounding Death Qi, gradually stabilizing their skeletal bodies. Their Soul Fire no longer flickered, and as they moved, their bones no longer made clicking sounds.

Just as this group of low-level skeletons had stabilized their existence, a fleshless skull burst out of the mist and bit into a small skeleton.

With a "Click," it crushed it completely, forcibly plundering the now-steady Soul Fire... The basic law of survival of the fittest was vividly displayed in this moment. The newly born low-level undead had no resistance against their predators; they could only run, but to no avail.