"That old man called it the Death Horn, its power should be controlling the corpses of the dead," Ye Qiu furrowed his brows, recalling the words of the elder in his mind.
From the literal meaning, he could deduce that the Death Horn was related to death.
Moreover, Ye Qiu personally experienced the skeletons obeying him and fighting for him.
This confirmed even more that the Death Horn was a treasure for controlling the undead.
Previously, he had thought about using the Death Horn against the elder, but after researching for so long, he still knew very little about it.
"Do I have to blow it to understand its functions?" Ye Qiu pondered, but once he blew it, he feared the elder might be drawn to him.
However, without blowing it, Ye Qiu knew almost nothing about the Death Horn.
Staring at the Death Horn for a while, Ye Qiu finally bit his finger, letting the blood drip onto it.
