However, the flying skeletons came back again.

This time, it was not ten or so of them, but hundreds of them, densely packed like locusts scurrying out of the lake, charged at Alex fiercely.

‘Sh*t!’

Alex nearly fell off the Seven Blades of Death.

‘I’m going to put up a fight!’

“Old Whitey, just run if you’re afraid. I won’t be able to take care of you!”

Alex threw the long white bone whip to the ground, grabbed the Sword of the Universe and the Breaking Point with his left and right han