Lu Yuan Dead and the Marching Army
"At least you were going to be useful to us for a few days before you die, but now you have just quickened your death."
"What… What do you mean?" Lu Yuan asked, his back already soaked in cold sweat. His body started to tremble involuntarily as if by instinct.
Before he could react, a cloaked figure appeared in front of him and extended his palm directly towards his chest area.
"You…" Lu Yuan was about to counter-attack; however, suddenly, his vision started to dim as his strength left his body.
He looked down at his chest with widened eyes.
The cloaked hand had phased through his heart.
"Huh, how…" Lu Yuan's world dimmed entirely as he closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.
His body had become a skeleton in just several minutes as it soon turned to dust, as if his body had decayed for several centuries already.