The red Bone Powder was tossed by him, and with a gesture, he formed seals with both hands. The powdery ash flew into the forehead of the Bone Corpses like tiny red insects.
The Bone Ash he crushed was limited, barely enough to recall half of the Bone Corpses to control. Under the confrontation, the crushed Bone Corpses could no longer be restored to their original form.
For a moment, the sound of bones shattering echoed through the underground palace.
Feng Ju had raised these Bone Corpses with difficulty, and his heart ached.
Looking again at the young man controlling thousands of corpses with a Short Flute tune, he knew he had underestimated his Deceitful Dao abilities, realizing that if he delayed any longer, his Bone Corpses would probably all be lost here.
He gritted his teeth, reached into his own forehead, and pulled out a stream of his Soul Power, spreading it over the entire battlefield.
