"Offended you."
Julius Reed sheathed his Knife Abernathy.
The once lush green meadow was covered in yellow sand.
The skeleton warriors all fell apart, scattered across the ground.
Countless, all were white bones.
Very eerie.
"Piran Wilson, did you just go over and decapitate him?" the True Monarch of the Nine Nether pointed at Julius Reed, asking curiously, "Just one strike?"
This was somewhat incredible.
Ordinary weapons couldn't possibly harm these things in the slightest.
And it was even amidst the opponent's created sandstorm.
But the fact was right before their eyes.
If not for the single strike severing the skull of the skeleton before him, the wind and sand could not have instantly vanished.
The True Monarch of the Nine Nether was full of doubts.
"How did you manage it?"
Marcellus Lopez bent down, using both skeletal hands to pick up the skull, slowly placing it back.
In an instant!
A fierce wind surged!
