What shook Jiang Fan to his core.
Was the feeling of reverence that arose spontaneously as he slightly bent his knees.
He couldn't help wanting to kneel in worship.
Fortunately, a bite on his lip brought him back to his senses with the pain.
However, inside him surged a tumultuous wave of emotion.
Even when faced with the murderous intent of Evil Crow Venerable, he never felt the urge to worship.
And yet, this was merely a corpse that died ages ago.
What if it were still alive?
Jiang Fan noticed that the corpse's hands were gripping a slender black blade, in a stance of attacking an enemy.
This shows that even in his dying moment, he was fighting the enemy.
"This time, no one can save you."
The White Bone Alliance Leader, full of confidence with the war corpse, said indifferently.
"Hand over the blood coffin, and then kill yourself before me."
"The remaining members of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion may live."
"I will not repeat myself!"
