The White Horse Mountain

Yan Luo started to crawl with the support of its right arm. Many cracks had appeared in its thoracic cavity and rib while fighting in the war. But, its skull, right arm and the joint between the shoulder and the right arm didn’t have any crack.

It crawled around for a moment. It then collected all kinds of bones from the remains of the other skeletons in order to assemble its own body. It had put together the bones of its body in a proficient manner in a short while.

Yan Luo moved its hands and feet. It then stood-up and started to walk around in the battlefield. It then arrived beside a grey human skeleton that had been chopped into two sections.

The mild-green soul flame hadn’t completely extinguished from the eye-sockets of the grey human skull. Yan Lou raised its foot and stepped on to the grey skull.

‘Kacha!’ A cracking sound was heard.

The grey skull broke and split open. A mist of green light floated out of it, and Yan Luo sucked it into its mouth.