In the the boundless Great Desolate Wilderness, Yan power had long since vanished. When it erupted again, it caused the entire wasteland to tremble.
Those lost in the wasteland, the unconscious Yan Immortals, seemed to regain their former consciousness, only to shatter their own bodies in terror.
From the piles of skeletons in the valley, countless skeletons flew out to join the ranks of the great army. The being beneath the pile of skeletons also opened its eyes at this moment. His figure was not particularly large; instead, it was a small golden skeleton.
This skeleton was extremely well-preserved, even the blood-red imprint in the indentation on his forehead remained intact.
However, there were several scratches on his neck, and these marks were healing rapidly.
On the other hand, the battle between Jian Wushuang and the opposing forces turned the once silent wasteland into a hellish battleground.