Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes twinkled with brilliance. After pondering for a moment, he decided to follow and take a look.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Zhang Xiaohao's body flickered, and he was already in front of it, standing within the purple Array.
At this moment.
The hollow eye sockets of the black skeleton, though empty, exuded emotions of sadness and loneliness, as if everyone in the world had betrayed it, facing an immense army all alone.
It was unknown how much time had passed when a gust of wind blew, and two drops of purple tears flowed from its eye sockets.
They say men don't easily shed tears, only because they haven't reached the point of heartbreak. But a skeleton crying, a tale for the ages, this was the first time!!!
"What on earth happened to him? To make a skeleton so persistent and weep?" Zhang Xiaohao thought in shock.
In the midst of these complex emotions, his spirit was also infected, as if something was about to distance itself from him.
Whoosh!
