But Sangmaik didn't care about any of that; he drew his longsword and disappeared above the dragon's head.

Everyone felt the sky darken and then grow cold.

Large snowflakes fluttered down.

A biting cold front pressed down from the sky without any apparent reason.

Rose's eyes shone brightly, unable to conceal the excitement in her heart.

"Boom boom boom—"

A series of explosions rang out in the desert.

The skeletons felt the pressure from the sky and emerged from the desert, fiercely resisting the enemy's invasion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The continuous destruction of the skeletons around them did not diminish their fighting spirit; they seemed to know nothing of fear.

Xiao He silently looked down, with an expression of indifference, as if it were none of his business.

It's like an ant army battling anteaters. Whether it's destroyed or not, it has no impact on the world.

"What is peace?" Xiao He suddenly asked Wang Xuefeng.

"There is no absolute peace in the world unless there is no life," the latter replied.

Xiao He nodded slightly, and there were no further questions.

Roars and howls rose and fell.

It was like a continuous, mournful bugle call.

However, the skeletons actually have no emotions whatsoever. They are not even normal beings; they merely teeter on the edge of life and death because of ancient magic.

"roar--"

Finally, an enormous skeleton crawled out from the riddled underground.

He stared angrily at the figure in the sky, as if cursing him for disturbing his slumber.

A huge, sharp hand bone struck the figure in the sky, but the figure didn't utter a single word.

With a single point of the sword, the blizzard focused solely on that one target.

Tearing, binding, freezing...

The silver figure seemed to have done something insignificant.

When Arthas, the Dragon King, grabbed the skeleton with his claws and the Howler disappeared into the horizon, the skeleton race finally fell into chaos...

"how?"

"I am clearly inferior to him," Xiao He admitted frankly.

Wang Xuefeng wasn't worried. He patted her head reassuringly and said, "It's alright, as long as you're safe."

"But I also hope to protect you." Xiao He didn't say these words, because it would be meaningless to say them.

She felt like one of those immortals who cultivated Taoism.

If you don't grasp the essence of it, it will be difficult to improve your strength further.

We've long since moved beyond the stage of head-to-head competition in the arena; now, every move embodies the "laws" of the world.

Like the legendary "judgment of God".

Whether she is sentenced to life or death depends on her mind.

The mind influences divinity, and divinity determines the image of "God" in the minds of believers.

How can one gain a large following and admirers? Sammy Que has provided a perfect answer.

Strength, and indiscriminate rewards.

If you offer enough benefits, you will naturally attract believers; otherwise, what would they want?

She could not bring Xiao He back to life the Guli Empire.

Because the Guli Empire had no human rights.

The impact of resurrecting a group of decaying, ancient, and unchanging souls on the world is simply indescribable.

Most creatures couldn't withstand the antics of ancient sorcerers alone; the progenitors of monsters around the world all originated from that era.

From Xiao He's perspective, she clearly wouldn't allow such a thing to happen again.

So based on that alone, she has already lost.

Because Sammek has no such "lower limit". All he needs is the power of faith, regardless of who the believer is or whether they are good or bad.

In the blink of an eye, Arthas returned to the forest once more.

There is a sunken valley in the forest called "Valley of Death".

"My lord, the Skeleton King has been tamed. Shall we enter the tomb now?"

"Um."

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and jumped down one after another.

"Let's go," Wang Xuefeng said to Xiao He.

"Wait." Sangmaik turned around slowly: "You two follow me. Without my orders, you are not allowed to act on your own."

"Yes," Wang Xuefeng replied.

Xiao He remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Rose, standing beside Xiao He, could only nod slightly.

Dragon King Arthas left, leaving Sammeque and his group standing in front of the valley.

Xiao He silently surveyed his surroundings. Ancient trees reached for the sky, moss covered the ground, and there was no trace of any living activity.

Even the sky above this valley is so deserted that not a single bird dares to fly over it, let alone any wild animals in the mountains.

The Valley of Death truly lives up to its name.

The dwarf stood on the Skeleton King's right shoulder, directing it to walk at the front and clear the way for Sammeque and his party.

There is a huge stone tablet by the roadside, with two sentences carved on it in ancient script.

"The Ancestral Tomb of the Serpent People - The Tomb of Medusa".

"Intruders die!"