Chapter 583 Sir, this Resting Wind...

This idea had actually originated at the Resting Camp, but the area of the Resting Camp was too small, and one could see its limits at a glance. It was also impossible to verify whether it would be effective or not. Now was a good time to experiment.

To conduct this experiment, Ange only needed to project his thoughts into the Undead Holy Fire and focus his attention on a specific area, then strongly inhale.

Not far from the Undead Temple, on a grey-black piece of land, the grey and black colors slowly faded, revealing the land's natural gray-brown color as the breath of death greatly weakened.

A gray-white hand bone pierced through the soil, scraping away the surface of the earth, and an Ashbone Skeleton bewilderingly sat up.

Its soul was filled with confusion, holding the soil of its body, watching as it slipped through its fingers...