White Frost

"Shady line aura..."

What a troublesome negative effect!

Fang Heng muttered to himself. At the same time, he sized up his surroundings and activated his hidden skill to reduce his aura.

Fortunately, Deng Yuping and the others did not catch up. Only he could rely on the Undead's HP recovery effect to tank the attacks.

After entering the shady line, there was a narrow and winding passage in front of the entrance.

In the passage, there were Ice Bones and frozen vengeful spirits.

There was no lack of elite-level Creature among them.

Fortunately, the soul crystal in his backpack had taken effect, and with the effect of the active hidden skill that Fang Heng had released, the undead creatures still stood rooted to the ground without moving.

"I can't rush it. Take it slow," Fang Heng muttered to himself.

He picked up the dagger of sin and slowly moved forward, dealing with the undead creatures piled up in the passage one by one.