Chapter 410

This blood bar color, no one had ever seen, nor was there any record of it.

This made everyone look at each other, while the skeletons stood opposite them, staring back.

"Humans really look ugly!"

No one knew which skeleton had opened the floodgates first.

"Shh—the boss is human too, so we can't say humans look ugly, but these men or women right here do indeed look ugly. However, I have a question: why do human women turn into such beautiful skeleton sisters when they transform?"

"Because you're a skeleton too!"

The skeletons were probably trying to provoke the human class-transferrers with their words.

And the human class-transferrers really fell for it.

They thought—no matter how special the skeletons before them were, with so many of them present, how could they possibly lose?

However, what German Shepherd typed next on the public channel of the Bone Castle was undoubtedly the spark.

"Why is everyone silent? Have you already encountered those skeletons? For your own safety, run! I ran, and there's no shame in that; after all, it's better not to fight unfamiliar monsters directly!"

"What are you all afraid of? Charge with me!"

A Fire-element Mage rushed straight to the front of the crowd.

Holding his staff like a warrior, he charged forward just like that.

Everyone felt ashamed; a warrior lifted a coffin and said, "Are you all women? Your stats are so poor, so what if they're special monsters?"

Having spoken, this warrior, wielding the peculiar coffin weapon, charged forward behind the mage.

Everyone looked at each other.

In the end, dozens of people charged forward together.

In the end, only a dozen or so cautious individuals did not charge forward.

Three minutes later.

The dozen or so who had charged forward now had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

The entire space was clearly shrouded in chilling cold.

Clearly, even the ground and everything around them was covered in frost, yet they still had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

The class-transferrers who had just charged at the skeleton monsters were mostly second-transfers, and all had become ice sculptures shimmering with a faint purple light.

Ice sculptures turning purple—that was the manifestation of extreme cold.

At this moment, those skeletons were knocking on the ice sculptures one by one.

Those ice sculptures offered no resistance whatsoever, shattering directly into a pile of small chunks; the people frozen inside instantly became small chunks along with them, dead beyond any possibility of death.