I pressed myself deeper into my hiding spot, unable to tear my eyes away from the horrifying spectacle unfolding before me. White Beard, one of the most formidable half-step Martial Saints from Veridia City, was being overwhelmed by Octavius and his skeletal warriors.
"You dare challenge the Immortal Bone Lord?" Octavius's voice carried an unnatural echo as he gestured toward White Beard. The skeletal warriors moved with unnerving coordination, surrounding the elder.
White Beard's energy sword slashed through two skeletons, reducing them to dust, but three more immediately took their place. "What kind of demonic cultivation is this?" he growled.
Octavius smiled, his eyes glinting with malice. "This is but a fraction of the Immortal Bane Sect's legacy. Allow me to demonstrate more."
