"I'd like to ask if there are any Commander Stage undead creatures nearby?"
Through his beast language ability, Chen Mo politely inquired.
No undead creatures paid him any attention.
The intelligence of undead creatures is generally low, and at the moment, they were all immersed in the Soul Smoke.
So Chen Mo put away the Undead Bread and asked again.
"Crack crack..."
"Crack?"
...
Compared to spiritual beasts of other attributes, most undead type spirit beasts appear not very intelligent, acting solely on the obsessions from their previous lives, unable even to comprehend Chen Mo's words.
Seeing no way to communicate, Chen Mo put away the Undead Bread, grabbed the small skeleton that had started the fire, and headed to the next area to light the Undead Bread again.
"Crack crack..."
Like before, skeletons crawled out of the earth, but unfortunately, Chen Mo's desired target was still not among them.
Thus—
"Bro, lend me some fire again."
