At the end of the war.
Chu Feng held the Sharp Edge Saber and stood silently on a pile of bones.
As far as the eye could see, the entire skeleton pit was filled with falling snow.
It was beautiful.
Chu Feng suddenly felt that at this moment, he might be a little like Number 3.
He did not feel anything.
He glanced at the skeleton team that was crazily devouring the soul fire.
He frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
"How did nearly a hundred ordinary skeleton soldiers die?"
This wouldn't do!
Although the losses were considered minimal, Chu Feng was not satisfied!
It shouldn't have happened.
He had dealt with the strongest skeleton leaders.
The skeleton team was only facing ordinary skeletons led by a group of skeleton elites.
On his side, there were more than ten leader skeletons leading the charge!
