He just watched the pitch-black small sword in front of him.
Soon, half an hour passed again.
The deafening sound followed once more. Then, right before their eyes, the small sword vanished into thin air again.
Three minutes later, those Undead beings reappeared.
However, this was the situation. Su Ping and Zhu Linxin waited for another half an hour of Time, holding out for the next round to arrive.
He had completely figured out the Rules governing this Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm.
At the first sword cry, the Undead appeared. Then, they waited until the second sword cry, which shattered them. They became nourishment for the tombstone and transformed into a black small sword—the very object Zhu Linxin had held to part the gray fog earlier.
Next, the following wave of Undead arrived, repeating all the actions of the previous round.
