All of a sudden, a white line on the battlefield in front of us approached quickly, like a billowing wave. With the approaching of those things, a sound of orderly footsteps spread into the ears of all people, so that everyone could see that the white line was made up of white skeletons. Tens of thousands of skeletons came to the people, with the overwhelming momentum of people.

"Damn it, what's the matter with these skeletons? Can't someone manipulate them?" Mogu looked at the skull and scolded, and then another sound wave was sent out far away, breaking the bleak horn sound.

without the control of the horn sound, I...