Given the limited width of the cave, Fongo instructed his team to remain close together for efficiency in gathering.

As they advanced, he amassed all encountered shadow stones.

After traversing a certain distance, the number of shadow stones had reached 27.

Fong house stowed them in his backpack, his mind beginning to ponder.

Logically, shadow stone should only manifest in ancient tombs, mass burial sites, or places steeped in a potent aura of death.

Yet here, on a mere mountain path leading to the dragon's tomb, so many shadow stones had appeared.

Could it be that a dragon had truly perished within? Otherwise, where could such a dense atmosphere of death emanate from? As Fonghao contemplated the potential scenarios in his mind, and Jia's fluffy beast ears twitched slightly, her sharp gaze fixed upon the dimly lit cave ahead.

A closer inspection revealed peculiarities within the shadows.

In the darkness, something akin to viscous ink was rapidly approaching them.

"There is danger," and Xiao whispered.

"Huh?" Fongo abruptly lifted his head, also noticing the swiftly spreading black shadows ahead.

Phantom level eight.

Indeed, it was a creature, a level eight entity at that.

Prepare for battle, Fongghao commanded.

Swish, swish, swish.

All the skeletons promptly drew their weapons, yet remained oblivious to their target, standing bewildered in place.

Soon, the phantoms surged into the forefront of the team.

In the next moment, exaggerated shadows resembling human forms lunged menacingly at the skeleton battalion, initiating their assault.

As the shadows coalesed, the skeletons finally recognized their adversary and began to counterattack.

This phantom differed from the ghostly entity Shiaoyu.

Although Shiao Yu was a spiritual being capable of displaying facial features and bodily structure, the phantoms before them resembled the specters from ghost stories, they bore only the outline of humanity, devoid of features.

Their forms composed entirely of shadow, shrouded in an aura of death.

Their faceless visages emitted furious roars as they relentlessly assaulted their targets.

Within this confined space, a fierce battle erupted under the overwhelming numerical superiority.

The conflict concluded after a few minutes.

The phantoms were vanquished, their forms dissipating into the ether, leaving behind some unique materials.

Trace of death three.

This name along with its essence refers to a collection of unique materials invaluable for the construction of edififices and the recruitment of specialized troops.

Its worth surpasses that of ordinary blueprints.

With that, let us proceed, remaining vigilant of the shadows ahead.

Fonhow commanded the team to advance.

The group continued onward, encountering several attacks from the shadows along the way.

The ranks of the shadows were not fixed.

Some range from levels three to four, while others reached levels seven to eight.

This allowed him to gather a substantial amount of death's traces, marking a significant gain.

The tunnel stretched longer than Fongo had anticipated.

It was uncertain who had excavated this passage, possessing such formidable power.

Even in the modern world, this would require substantial machinery.

As the team delved deeper, the tunnel began to narrow, transforming from a space where several could walk side by side to one, where only two could pass at a time, exacerbating the already cramped environment.

Bang! And Josh struck down a shadow, attempting to approach.

The skeletal soldiers, amidst a flurry of blades, dispatched the encroaching shadows.

At long last, after relentless advancement, an opening appeared ahead, illuminated by bright sunlight.

They were finally about to emerge.

Along this journey, they had collected numerous shadow stones and faced incessant shadow encounters.

Peeking Fong housed curiosity about this dragon's tomb.

As they stepped out of the dark cavern, the brightness enveloped them.

Yet, the moment everyone beheld the scene before them.

Astonishment washed over their faces.

It turned out that Fong Hao and his companions had not traversed the entire mountain range, but had entered the heart of the mountain.

Before them lay a vast basin surrounded by towering cliffs encircling a low-lying area.

At the center of the basin rested a colossal dragon skeleton.

Its base stained a deep crimson as numerous shadow creatures gathered around.

Shadow level seven, shadow leopard, level six, corrupted corpse, level four.

A myriad of monsters congregated around the dragon's remains.

"A dragon has truly perished here," and Jia exclaimed in awe.

"Dragons have long been synonymous with immense power, their ferocious reputation echoing throughout history.

Everyone has heard tales or legends of them.

If few have laid eyes upon a true dragon, and Jia too was captivated, her eyes brimming with curiosity and excitement at the sight of such a massive dragon skeleton.

" Indeed, Fonhow responded nonchalantly.

However, the flames of his soul flickered restlessly in his eye sockets, revealing his inner exhilaration.

If this dragon skeleton were to be taken back, it would significantly enhance the military strength of their territory.

And then, shall we simply observe? And Jian inquired, "Is it necessary to state the obvious?" Fong Hao replied.

Gazing at the horde of undead surging from the cavern, he issued a direct order to annihilate all enemies.

With a resounding command, the skeletal army surged forth like a tidal wave towards their foes.

Within the cavern behind them, new skeletal soldiers incessantly emerged, relentlessly charging towards their foes.

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the air as a glimmering object hurdled toward Fongo's head with a swift motion, and Jia unleashed a punch.

her tiger claw deflecting the gleaming threat which spun several times before embedding itself into the nearby rock wall.

A dagger.

At that moment, Fong Ho belatedly took a half step back.

The long-d distanceance invocation of divine intervention rendered his movements agonizingly slow, akin to a high latency response.

Even upon recognizing the impending assault, maneuvering the skeletons to evade was a formidable challenge.

Fortunately, Injia's formidable strength prevented the dagger from finding its mark in his skull.

Turning his gaze towards the source of the throne dagger, he beheld a woman cloaked in darkness.

Her obscured features made it difficult to discern her appearance.

Yet certain physical traits unmistakably hinted at her femininity.

Corrupted elf, green ninth tier hero, an elf.

No wonder her physique is so alluring.

At that moment, Fong Hao realized this was the first true hero class adversary he had encountered on his journey.

"Are you all right?" And Jian inquired, "I'm fine.

Eliminate her swiftly," Fonghao commanded, focusing on the enemy ahead.

The corrupted elf's armor was in tatters, fragments clinging to her form while a short sword hung at her waist, and she gripped a dagger in her hand, casting a cold stare at the two.

Her eyes were entirely black.

Understood? And Ja replied, launching forward like an arrow towards the dark elf.

The corrupted elf remained motionless.

But as Inja approached, she swiftly drew her short sword to counterattack.

The clash of metal rang out.

A delicate sound echoed as the short sword met the tiger claw.

In the next instant, the dark elf's body was propelled backward like a cannonball, crashing against the distant mountain side.

Chapter 122.

The light feathered dagger Anya's strength was formidable.

In their initial confrontation, the elf was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the mountain wall with a resounding thud.

Debris scattered in all directions.

Without a moment's hesitation, Anna charged towards her opponent again, intent on pressing her advantage.

The elf slid down the wall, and at the instant Anna aimed a punch at her head, she deafly sidestepped, evading the blow at an unusual angle.

With a swift maneuver, the short sword in her hand flipped and lunged towards Anya's ribs.

This sequence of movements flowed seamlessly, exuding an ethereal grace.

Anya twisted her body to evade the attack.

Intriguing, she thought, a faint smile gracing her lips.

In the next moment, Anna's fist descended like a torrential downpour, relentlessly striking the elf's body from all directions.

The elf, ins snared by the rapid barrage, attempted to escape several times, only to be forcibly driven back each time.