Spirit of a Powerhouse (III)

His bone blade and shield also lit in a glowing red color, and under his body, flames soared threateningly. This enemy was one of a kind that Long Haochen’s group had never faced before.

Though also being at the sixth step, the pressure he caused the group to feel was completely different. As the white glowing pillar disappeared silently, an unimpeded violent scream came out from that red skeleton. He didn’t charge yet, just staring at Long Haochen’s group with his eyes glowing with red flames.

In the flames throbbing on his eyes, Long Haochen saw, with astonishment, signs of intelligence. _So this Skeleton Warrior is not only conscious, but also intelligent? Undead magic is really an endless marvel!_

Stepping forward, the red skeleton raised his bone blade, slowly advancing towards Long Haochen’s group. Although it was at slow pace, each one of these steps appeared extremely firm to everyone else.