Huang Yi waved his hand and took out the artifact spirit of the Reaper's Scythe. He slowed his steps and turned his head to watch his surroundings warily.
In the distance, a herd of skeleton horses was nibbling at the withered grass on the ground. Their bellies were devoid of flesh, just skeletons riddled with gaps, through which the grass they consumed leaked out, leaving them perpetually hungry.
"Caw caw~" A desolate caw of a bird suddenly pierced the night, as a skeleton crow flapped its tattered bone wings, swiftly flying across the sky.
The skeleton horses were startled, galloping away in a frenzy. Their tall, robust frames thundered on the ground, causing a slight tremor in the earth, like an unstoppable torrent.
Though mere skeleton horses, they appeared quite majestic, with four icy-blue hooves exuding a chilling aura. The moment they touched the ground, a layer of white frost instantly formed.
