The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1181 - 353: "Green Teeth" Hecajelin (Part 2)

However, those people didn't say a word, just cried their hearts out and urged us to go save them.

They were indeed pushed to the brink by the inaction of the Lord, but if it weren't for me being here, these four young men would probably already be dead.

Whether they came during the day or night.

"Something's off," Hunter Leo gripped his longbow tightly, his voice dry, "it's too quiet here... it's like..."

Barrett swallowed, cautiously voicing what Leo already had on the tip of his tongue.

"...do you think it's a trap?"

Ira's face turned pale, her legs turned to jelly.

"Should we... maybe go back for now, I feel like it would be better to come during the day..."

Towards the end, her voice completely cracked, sounding like a frightened squirrel.

Sarah gave the three who were exchanging nonsense a disinterested glance.

And just realizing it now?

Just as Ira's voice fell, a sudden change erupted!

As if to verify Barrett's suspicion, a pair of ghastly green lights suddenly lit up within the dense, impenetrable night around them.

And then—

A second pair, a third pair...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of burning green lights lit up from all directions, like a sky net of malice weaving in to completely seal off this small clearing!

"Creak... creak..."

The teeth-gritting sound of bones rubbing echoed from all directions, followed by the clinking of swords scraping against the snowy ground!

Alongside this rustling noise, hundreds of various Undead staggered out from behind the dark woods and the shadows of collapsed wooden houses.

The skeletal figures formed a tight encirclement, cutting off all their escape routes, with the ghostly green Soul Fire burning with hatred for the living and a craving for flesh!

Why—

Why could these guys stand there looking all human-like, while they could only endure pain and torment in endless suffering!

Their negative aura and instincts drove them forward.

This pain—

They want to let them taste it too!

Facing the terrifying and grisly scene, the blood drained from the faces of the four young people. However, for Luo Yan, who grew up in Hell, it was just a commonplace sight.

"Get to it! Don't let them get close!" Finic's voice was somewhat distorted by fear, but he still forced himself to raise his sword.

Leo was the first to react, taking a deep breath to suppress his trembling, he aimed an arrow at a Skeleton Warrior advancing at the front.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow shot out accurately, but didn't pierce the skull as he'd hoped.

With a "thud," the arrow slipped through the hollow rib bones of the skeleton, futilely embedding itself in a distant tree trunk, while the Skeleton Warrior didn't even pause.

"Screw it, I'm taking you down!!!"

Barrett roared and charged forward.

His warhammer, infused with all the strength of the Son of the Blacksmith, slammed hard into the chest of another skeleton, shattering it to pieces!

However, this brief victory offered no chance to breathe.

As soon as one was smashed, two more Undead instantly closed in, waving bone blades and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Fire... flame... hurry!" Finic shouted towards Ira behind him.

Ira tightly shut her eyes, her lips moved rapidly, she could feel the Magic Power surging within her, yet she still couldn't mold it into form. In extreme fear, her mind was blank, leaving only one last thought—

"Fire, in the name of flames—appear in my hand!" She suddenly opened her eyes, mustering all her strength to shout out the complicated and obscure Spell.

A miracle occurred!

A small flame actually took shape in her palm!

She didn't even have time to rejoice at yet another successful casting, hurriedly pushing the flame out.

Unfortunately, the flame was too minuscule.

Rather than a fireball, it was more akin to a spark that would extinguish with a gust of wind, wobbling its way towards a skeleton.

"Poof."

The flame struck the icy skull, instantly shattering into a few sparks, dissolving into the boundless night. The skeleton merely shook its head before continuing its heavy strides towards them.

The last hint of color drained from Ira's face, replaced by utter despair.

In that suffocating atmosphere, the Undead charging like a tidal wave suddenly halted.

They no longer advanced, instead retreating like a receding tide, forming an open path for their master.

A thin figure walked along that winding path.

She wore a tattered Mage Robe, her withered hair like weeds. She slowly climbed a high snow-laden rock, like a King ascending their throne, overlooking the trapped prey below.

Luo Yan noticed, it was a delicate face of a maiden, yet those eyes were as cloudy as an elderly woman on the brink of death.

Within those green pupils burned an almost overflow of madness and malice. Strangely, she was smiling.

Within the encirclement, Finic forcibly suppressed his fear, held his sword defensively, and bravely shouted towards the figure on the rock.

"Who are you—what!"

Hearing his rude demand, the thin figure didn't get angry; instead, she let out a soft laugh.

She lifted the hem of her tattered Mage Robe, elegantly executing a standard yet eerily stiff curtsey.