The black robe covered all of his body. When he looked at his face, he couldn’t see any other faces apart from a blood-red or green glowing pupil.
“They are from the skeleton race.”
The surrounding people looked at them and whispered.
Wang Xian looked at the three figures covered in the black robe. His eyes were sparkling.
Among the three races that were about to be annihilated by the Dragon Palace, the dragon-descendant race had already been annihilated, and the nine-sword race had already fled.
Only the skeleton race was left.
The skeleton race was also one of the primary races in the universe that Wang Xian and the rest were the first to understand.
The Mohan clan race had been annihilated by the skeleton race.
Their strength was only inferior to, or even not weaker than, the foggy race.
When Wang Xian looked at them, the three members of the skeleton race also looked at them.
