A number of martial artists gradually appeared amongst the surrounding mountains and gazed into the distance.
"Mike? Heh, this lunatic has indeed come."
"He's achieved what he's come to do, why didn't he leave?"
"What's the deal with those skeletons? Am I seeing things?"
"Wait. How did Mike's cultivation reach the fourth stage?"
"My God! Fourth stage? Isn't he at the second stage?"
"Did he use some evil magic to temporarily improve his strength?"
"That's possible! What price should this lunatic have paid to forcefully increase his strength. Could it be that he's here to s*******r us?"
The crowd was tattling about Mike, many of whom had never seen him before. But that day, the hearsay of the mob of skeletons was spreading everywhere, and it had already branded Mike
