347 The End

Death was never the end, but rather a new beginning for some.

Yang Ku saw a fallen familiar trembling uncontrollably on the ground as if it was having a seizure. Blood began seeping out of the cracks on its peeling skin, then bones burrowed out of the carcass through its wounds one after another, with tendons still firmly stuck on them.

The familiar's bones began stacking themselves up on top of one another into the shape it had originally assumed when it was still alive.

The skeletal creature's teeth glistened like pearls. Flames burned brightly in its empty eye sockets. It let out a heavy snort through its nostrils.

A sea of bones now stretched before Yang Ku as far as the eye could see.

"What's going on?" someone asked, trembling.

Skeletons now emerged from the ground and bared their fangs and claws at the aquatic invaders.