He found it hard to forget that scene.
And on this altar, there was also a skeleton, but it was impossible to tell its appearance during life, whether it was male or female, fat or thin.
The bones lay quietly on the stone platform, still holding the posture of looking upwards at the last moment of life, time seemed frozen at this moment. It grasped painfully at the broken sword inserted into its chest, knees bent, legs slightly apart, resembling the posture of a woman giving birth—
Fang Hong suddenly felt a jump in his heart.
He simultaneously felt three forces flowing forward.
The first force was from the Ring of Golden Flame he held, suddenly becoming scorching hot, just like when it shone underground in Fenris.
Then Fang Hong felt a strong will impacting his mind, urging him forward. He immediately realized it was the peculiar existence born in his mental world from the combined powers of Nikopolas, Toragotos, and the Lizardman Deity.
