Though it was completely ineffective, the army of corpses was still barraging them wave after wave, completely lacking the adaptability of intelligent creatures.
This was because they did not have much intelligence in the first place, and had only managed to crawl up under a mysterious power. It would be more appropriate to call them marionettes.
However, though it was safe and there was no need to worry, Ling Han did not dare to advance at this time. It was one matter if he could block them, but to advance while bearing the barrage of countless skeleton soldiers was another matter.
"Rest for a while. We'll set out tomorrow morning," Ling Han said.
The night passed, and when the sun rose, the three of them immediately advanced.
Ling Han discovered that there was no mark on his hand.