Chapter 40: The Demon King’s Decision
The hall drenched in fresh blood was filled with skeletons soaked in fresh blood too.
It was such an intimidating sight that envoys from the Drake Clan and the Weaving Shadow Nest held their breaths.
Skeletons were nothing rare in this world, and their strength was not worth a mention.
Most of them had incomplete souls and underdeveloped intelligence. Even Copper-tier and Steel-tier skeletons struggled to draw out their true fighting potential in battle. It was common for them to be destroyed by adventurers with lower soul tiers.
But the undead here were different.
Arakdor could sense they were different from their stone-headed, useless counterparts.
‘Not only are they using the skills of adventurers, but they are also dissecting monster carcasses like them! It’s almost like they are alive! The Drake Clan must have noticed that something is off too, which is why they sent envoys over…’
Arakdor discreetly eyed one of the lizardmen in vigilance.
Having sensed his glance, that lizardman looked back at Arakdor with cold eyes as if the latter was nothing more than a worm. He didn’t see Arakdor as a threat at all.