Suddenly, a terrifying voice emerged: "Who dares to harm my phantom?"
The voice echoed in this world of death, as countless creatures of death prostrated on the ground, offering their utmost reverence to the impending entity.
A gigantic Skeleton Phantom appeared, shrouded in a terrifying aura of death. The sky began to drift with pitch-black feathers, each one a condensed epitome of the Power of Death.
The Skeleton Phantom opened its eyes, its crimson eyes staring directly at Lu Yu, this phantom seemed to possess its own memory and capacity for thought.
A powerful force approached, and even Lu Yu's soul trembled slightly. He seemed to see death itself in the Skeleton Phantom, an extremely powerful being, on par with the Saints.
"There's a familiar scent about you that I find very displeasing," suddenly said the Skeleton Phantom, a flicker of memory crossing its eyes. Ages ago, it seemed to have also encountered someone with a similar aura who had once wounded it.