C37 The Angry Roar of the Avenger

(36) The Anger of the Avenger

The Undead War General in front of him was majestic. His long black hair fluttered in the wind and the bone sword in his hand stabbed straight into the ground. He rested his chin on his hands and looked at the ground with his blood-colored pupils. He seemed indifferent to everything.

Then, just as I was about to head back