Chapter 123
Realizing that all his efforts had been in vain, Clayton was filled with disappointment. Continuing the battle in this situation would only deplete his resources—especially the precious purification scrolls.
Without hesitation, he shifted his strategy from fighting to fleeing.
"Protect me!" he commanded his mini skeletons.
They immediately formed a defensive formation around him. Seeing everything go according to plan, Clayton dashed off in one direction.
But the decayed skeletons clearly had no intention of letting him escape. They quickly moved to block his path. Fortunately, Clayton had his mini skeletons—along with Dingo and Gemma—faithfully at his side. With their help, this escape attempt didn’t feel nearly as hopeless as the last one.
The mini skeletons held off the enemy while Clayton, Dingo, and Gemma attacked from within the formation. It was a simple but effective tactic, allowing Clayton to steadily increase the distance between him and his pursuers.
Seeing this, he felt a surge of relief. Since the undead skeletons seemed brainless, he didn’t need any elaborate strategy—just stick to the basics and keep going.
Clayton and his Familiars continued to run. The farther they got, the fewer skeletons followed.
He was thrilled. He suspected the decreasing numbers might be because the skeletons were falling too far behind—or perhaps their "battery" had a limited range. He wasn’t sure.
Curious, he glanced back—and was surprised by what he saw. The terrifying mass of hundreds of skeletons chasing him was gone.
There were still a lot of them, yes—but nowhere near the overwhelming horde that had originally surrounded him. He could still vividly recall the suffocating pressure of being stared down by hundreds of undead.