C220 The Ancestral Shaman Altar

A strong gust of wind blew past, and a few of the weaker guards had their flesh torn out of their intestines and torn through their stomachs in the blink of an eye. The armor on their bodies turned into ashes, and they were all blown to the ground by the wind, sticking to the wall. When they fell down, they were only left with a pile of white bones. These Evil Demons, who could be personal guards