A startling chill instantly transmitted through his mental energy, as if he had suddenly entered the icy waters of Severe Winter.
The Apostle Necromancer reached the edge of the black mist, where the black and white mists blended together, creating a blurred demarcation line.
A large area of Fenglu Mountain was encircled by the black mist, and even the shadows of the trees were now indistinct, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Rustle, rustle, rustle
Sounds of friction came from within the black mist as numerous pale-skinned monsters shakily emerged.
Their bodies shook, rotting flesh hung from what were once strong torsos, with unidentified fluid dripping down. At places where the flesh had decayed, even the bones inside were visible.
"Roar"
The monsters emitted a low, roaring growl, charging toward the Corpse Witch, their bodies enveloped in a thick aura of death.
'Putrid corpses'
