As for the bloody and putrid smell in the cave, Fang Zhou had already prepared incense to purify the air, sparing his nose the torment.
Now, the Magic Energy Moss had gone dormant, plunging the cave into complete darkness.
In the wilderness, all sorts of Night Demons came out to hunt.
After eradicating the goblins and Burrower Monsters, the goblin cave was a temporary sanctuary.
But the night was long, and it remained unknown whether other Demons might come to disturb the peace.
Fortunately, as an Undead Mage, Fang Zhou had a significant advantage over other Professionals who could only fight solo.
The Skeletons he summoned only required Spiritual Power to maintain. They needed no food or rest, making them the perfect sentinels and guards.
Lying in the warm tent, listening to the eerie whistling of the unnatural wind outside the cave, Fang Zhou felt a rare peace within his heart.
