Under the cloak, there were no feet, nor any body parts touching the ground, the entire body silently floated inches above the air.
What protruded from the cloak's tear were not limbs, but a pair of hands so dried and skeletal that they were almost pure bone, with extremely long fingers covered in shriveled dark gray skin.
And in the depths of the hood, where a face should have been, there was only a pure void, with no facial features, no expression, just an indescribable cold emptiness, as if dragged into an abyss.
The moment Duke saw that thing, he instinctively felt uncomfortable.
The Life Rules inherently reject all existences opposed to Life Force, and the death aura surrounding this figure was extremely intense.
It was a pure, unshielded Death Rules, the absolute opposite of life's essence.
Level 4 Undead Demons, as Duke sensed the Life Rules frantically warning him, he immediately judged that this was something he couldn't confront directly now.
