"Hong Yang, do you remember what just happened?"
"I... I remember! Yes, that Skeleton's Soul Storm! I saw everyone get hit! I fainted. Fang Zhou, weren't you hit by that magic?"
"No, Hong Yang, I was hit as well. However, my Soul Power was slightly stronger, which protected me, so I didn't pass out immediately."
Hong Yang nodded and cast his gaze behind Fang Zhou. The White Bone Altar still stood there, the blood-red orb on top slowly rotating as before. However, the once invincible Corpse Witch had vanished, and the Skeleton Throne had crumbled into countless shattered skulls.
"Then what happened? Fang Zhou, did you defeat that Corpse Witch?" Hong Yang asked, his voice filled with amazement.
Fang Zhou nodded without elaborating further. Hong Yang was silently astonished. He wisely refrained from asking more questions and cast his gaze upon the White Bone Altar still standing before him.
