The moment Luo Bingqing and Elyara stepped inside the underground chamber, their eyes did not land on the space rift in the center.
Instead, they were attracted to a headless corpse lying on the broken ground, both arms and legs severed. What chilled their hearts even further was the lingering aura of a level 37 epic level warrior around the corpse.
Seeing the condition of the body, they couldn't help but tremble. The corpse had gone completely soft, as though every single bone within him had been pulverized into dust. The thought that Azrael had been the one to put a level 37 Epic into such a state sent a wave of fear through their hearts, shaking them to the core.
Azrael, on the other hand, did not spare Boris's corpse even a glance. He simply walked toward the rift, his expression calm and unbothered. As he passed by the body, he casually kicked it aside, as if discarding nothing more than a piece of trash.
