Before the white-dressed woman could finish her sentence, the overwhelming black mist had already surged to within three hundred meters. From within the fog came a chilling sound of bones grinding together.
Madman's expression changed drastically, his body trembling violently. "It's the vanguard of the Demonic Soul Devouring Army!"
From within the swirling black mist, hundreds of skeletons clad in tattered armor slowly emerged. Their hollow eye sockets flickered with a ghastly green flame, and the bone knives they held radiated an eerie, chilling light.
Even more terrifying were the dozens of hair-thin black threads coiled around each skeleton, stretching deep into the sea of fog, as if some monstrous presence were controlling them from within.
Struggling to his feet with his severed arm, Maceo spat out a mouthful of blood. "F*ck, I can still fight!"
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