He was already prepared to die.
Resolved to buy some time so that the others could flee and regroup with the young lady.
But someone took care of the burning skeleton right before his eyes.
A pale, ghostly spear descended from above and penetrated through the burning skeleton's ribcage and anchored it to the ground. It didn't die. It was still growling and thrashing like a rabid dog, but it couldn't break free.
At the sight of the spear, the leader's pupils dilated.
'This spear…' His brows furrowed. 'It's a normal spear. I can't sense any mana infused in it, and yet it could stop this bronze-rank Ghost? What kind of material is used to make it?'
Tap!
Out of nowhere, a figure landed before the leader like a Ghost.
He landed so lightly that there was barely a sound, and what was more unnerving was that he barely had any presence. Seeing him felt like seeing an illusion, someone who is not real, someone who does not exist.
