"Let's go in too!"
Seeing that most of the prodigies walked in, Lin Xuan and Huang Hao disappeared from the spot.
As soon as they entered the Skull Valley, the bone-chilling wind made people have goosebumps. Corpses were everywhere, covered in a layer of moldy clothes. They had died for countless years.
A prodigy accidentally stepped on a bone arm that turned into white powder on the ground. With a cold wind, it turned into nothingness, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back and feel timid.
Lin Xuan suddenly stopped. The little guy watched as he picked up a rusty spiritual artifact in a white bone hand and shouted.
"You don't even let things that belong to the dead go?" Huang Hao's face was filled with disdain.
