Surrounding it were ten small, skeletal wolfhounds, their skull shaped heads burning with a ghostly green fire, emanating a hungry predatorial desire.
On the back of this Corpse-Eating Dog King stood a middle-aged man, donned in the robes of the Netherworld Sect and holding a skeletal staff. His gaze was filled with hatred towards the village.
"It's over… even if we call for help now, it would be too late."
"How have they arrived so quickly?"
"Somebody, please save me, I don't want to die…"
"…"
At this moment, all villagers and the village chief alike, seemed to see the arrival of the Death God.
A high-ranking golden Priest from the Netherworld Sect!
Not something they could match up to. Although Gary Smith was a genius, his past battles indicated him at par with Meteor Star High School teachers, merely at a gold level.