The evil dragon, who was killed hundreds of years ago, was buried in its cemetery by the dark elf, and its four claws were transformed into skeleton evil spirits: skeleton, inheriting the power of reflex damage; Szak inheriting the power of falling rocks; Zaccasia inheriting the power of melee; Kullard inheriting the power of long-range shooting.

In "The Legend of the Evil Dragon in the Arad Museum", there is a talk about the transformation of his body. Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned.

"It seems that if you want to fight the evil dragon, you must first get rid of his minions."

"If these four evil spirits are right, they should be scattered in four directions of the Evil Dragon Grave. Each defeat will definitely waste time, and you must find a way to eliminate them in a concentrated manner."

After a moment of thinking, Yang Jian came up with a plan.

"Hans", he said to the fighter, "Just let you go and run around the entire cemetery."

Hans understood, he nodded and began to change his clothes.

He reduced the weight of his body to a minimum, and at the same time replaced with a pair of light oriental sticks as his self-defense weapon.

"Then I will lead the enemy into the encirclement at the gate of the Evil Dragon Grave."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the vast night.

Yang Jian turned his head and said to everyone, "Why do we need to prepare quickly?"

After an incense stick, the entrance of the Evil Dragon's grave was as quiet as if it was dead.

Not long after, anxious footsteps came from afar.

"Huhh", Hans was like a gust of wind galloping, his face was panting, but he had no intention of stopping.

After finally running to the hole, Hans finally stopped and took a breath.

He wiped his sweat, and there was no one around, and it was very quiet.

At this moment, something happened.

In the circle centered on him, the soil in four directions appeared loose.

Hans observed all directions vigilantly, not daring to be careless at all.

Several sharp claws stretched out from the ground, and then crawled out four skeleton generals holding sharp blades!

As soon as they were unearthed, they used the sharp blade in their hands to slash Hans' lower body.

"Hmph", Hans noticed the enemy's movements and quickly launched a counterattack.

His whip leg was half hanging in the air, like a whip of death.

With him as the center, Hans quickly rotated, and at the same time he whipped his legs hard towards the skeletons' heads.

"Bang bang bang bang bang", this round kick was not lost everywhere, and it was kicked on the skeleton's head, leaving deep scars.

The skeletons were hit and retreated one after another.

Side, holding the cane, chanted a spell and summoned the mirror of damage reflection in front of him.

Szach took a step back, muttering and summoning the falling rocks and hitting Hans.

Zacacia held a sharp blade in her hand and formed a blocking momentum.

Curlade took out a sharp blade disc in his hand and threw it at Hans.

Looking at Hans' side, he was holding an oriental stick to defend against attacks from all directions.

"Bang", Hans smashed the falling rocks in the sky with one stick, and then another stick unbiasedly hit the sharp blade frisbee's movement trajectory.

Seeing this, Curard took out three more frisbees and fired them in different directions.

"Bang bang bang!" Hans' stick opened one after another, hitting the frisbee.

However, he was a little overwhelmed, and the physical strength he had just run was too high.

Zacacia, who had been watching, smiled sinisterly, and her body was domineering, approaching Hans, and slashed at him with a fatal blow.
Chapter completed!