But this guy, completely devoid of any sense of honor or shame, actually started to run faster, nearly getting ahead of the three for a moment.
If it weren't for Fang Hong's quick reflexes, grabbing this guy's shoulder and yanking him back—
Fang Hong held onto Parker and slowed his pace while looking up, his brow furrowing at the same time.
It seemed that fortune wasn't on their side, as the ancient king lived up to its formidable reputation. Even though it was merely a phantom in this place, it still displayed exceptional wisdom—at least in comparison to ordinary undead.
Instead of allowing its undead minions to surround them directly, it took a step ahead and blocked the path between them and the riverbed. It evidently saw through their intentions. A group of undead warriors, the Shield Axemen, neatly aligned under its command, stood in their way.
There wasn't much they could do now.
