Pale Flames

Unfortunately, there was not so much time to waste. Thinking about that, Lin Yun gave up the idea of looting more essence of the undead.

Exactly at this moment, a level-43 skeleton rider charged at Lin Yun on a skeleton horse. His soul waves entered Lin Yun's soul fire through the chaotic battlefield.

"Which territory are you from?"

Lin Yun made up a random name. "I'm from the Grieving Cave."

The skeleton rider burst into fury the moment he heard the name. "A filthy idiot from the Grieving Cave—"

Unfortunately, before the guy finished, Lin Yun had emerged behind his back, and easily broken his head with a white claw. He stomped on the horse's head, extinguishing its soul fire.

The skeleton rider glared at Lin Yun, and cursed crazily even after his head was cut off.

"Everybody from the Grieving Cave should die…"