Bang!
Bang!
Wang Fengyang swung his long knife swiftly, sending the poisonous skeleton flying far away.
The skeleton fell apart and could no longer move, only emitting poisonous smoke in the distance.
The poisonous smoke mixed with the night fog rising from the mountains formed a layer of pale green mist, like swirling waves. From a high vantage point, a clear boundary began to form, continuously expanding outward.
Wang Fengyang glanced around and noticed some of the skeletons had slightly larger frames, different from the ones before, but that wasn't the main issue. The main issue was the large number of skeletons, along with the surrounding toxins.
If he continued fighting in this state, he would be exhausted very quickly.
In this toxin-filled area, ordinary martial artists were no longer suitable to enter.
At this moment, those two or three hundred martial artists were indeed retreating continuously.
