Such a clear sense of fear.
The intense and extreme chill of dread roamed throughout the body, as though injecting cold liquid into the veins—an inner to outer coldness.
Laziness paralyzed all the muscles in the body, while a sense of despair blocked all thought.
At a glance, one knew that this was the Skeleton King himself.
Merely standing there, he made the players exert all their strength just to barely turn their heads—
Longjing Tea's pupils contracted slightly.
Before his eyes stood a giant skeleton that looked to be three meters tall.
But unlike the "thin and dry bones" the players saw when they first encountered the Skeleton King.
He still wore a white cashmere cloak, still bore the pure white triple crown on his head, and his face still donned the golden weeping mask. His feet still stepped in heavy white metal boots, and his hands still wore white thick leather gloves reminiscent of bear paws.
Yet at this moment, he had opened his cloak to both sides.
