"I finally know."
Seeing that the fifth formation had also exploded, Caspian said something.
"Where are the dead souls in the White Bone Throne?"
When the two sentences were connected, Jessica instantly understood and gasped.
The White Bone Throne was completely piled up from bones.
Layer upon layer, densely packed. It was unknown how many bones it took to pile up such a huge throne.
The meaning of Caspian's words now naturally meant that the souls here all came from the corpses that formed the throne!
Naturally, the demon which had transformed into Dog God Mountain couldn't be an ordinary existence either.
Of course, those who could be killed by it and be placed under the throne would not be simple demons.
That was why these dead souls were so powerful.
Caspian's words naturally reached the skeleton's ears.
The skeleton laughed proudly.
With a smile, his jaw was dislocated again.
It looked funny and horrible.
"You finally understand! Haha!"
"Are you clear? Your little tricks are not worth mentioning in front of them!"
"They've been dead for so many years. All of them are full of resentment!"
"Don't say that all of them are out now. You can't even deal with one or two of them!"
"Just accept your fate and be bitten to death by them obediently. Maybe it won't be so painful."
Caspian squinted at the corpse and said, "They're all here because you've made too much noise. As for me accepting the fate..."
The sneer on Caspian's face showed his attitude.
The skeleton responded with a sneer.
However, his mouth was crooked, and he looked funny. "Then I'd like to see what other tricks you have."
Peng!
The sixth formation also exploded at this time.
After knowing the origin of these dead souls, Caspian had given up using the last few formations.
" Caspian..."
"Stand behind me. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen." Caspian protected Jessica behind him.
The skeleton sneered and scoffed. "You're probably the first one to brag to death."
"Really?"
Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the constantly surging black clouds.
At this moment, the black cloud, like ink, had completely pressed down on the stone platform.
At this moment, it was as if the darkness was going to swallow everything, rolling along the edge of the stone platform toward the inside.
This darkness carried a feeling of despair, devouring all of the light, life force.
90 meters!
60 meters!
30 meters!
The black cloud was getting closer and closer to Caspian.
The strong smell of blood made people feel that they were soaked in the sea of blood.
Jessica grasped Caspian's waist tightly with both hands, poked her head out, and looked forward.
At this moment, she could clearly see the ferocious heads rising and falling in front of the black cloud.
15 meters!
Caspian's eyes glinted with killing desire.
"Eh?" Sensing Caspian's resolute killing intent, the skeleton could not help but be stunned. He could not help but smash his mouth. "This kid, why is he so murderous?"
Caspian raised his left arm and straightened his palm.
He bent the middle finger of his right hand and clasped it on his left palm.
"The Yellow Spring's Ungodly Dragon!"
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