Chapitre 857: Perfect Murder

The giant cage contracted instantly, compressing the space inside. The heroic power forming it made the internal environment twist and shrink rapidly.

*Roar!*

Roars echoed through the shadows, and from all directions, imposing skeletal figures began to approach.

Alm and Bruno's expressions darkened; each of these undead possessed strength comparable to that of a divine cultivator at their absolute peak. Even if they used the Eraser, they were surrounded, and they would stop them; escaping under such conditions was impossible.

The cage continued to shrink, while the undead advanced slowly and methodically. Their auras, though overwhelming, showed a strange calm, as if they were puppets completely under control. Step by step, they closed in on the intruders.