Chapter 5286 Sword Domain Shield
- “What on earth is that?” Lyra cried, her voice cracking with terror.
- Legions of skeletons clawed their way out, eye sockets ablaze with spectral green ghostfire. Their joints grated together in a nerve-scraping chack-chack-chack.
- Rust-pitted long swords and broken antique swords still hung in their bony hands, grim proof that these were the long-dead cultivators who once fell in the tomb of swords.