A gaunt hand, skeletal as dry bone, raised, holding a crystal ball.
The being known as the High Priest had finally arrived.
A dense death qi fluctuated around him, corroding the very air to depletion.
"Bang!"
The stone rock on Lymco's body shattered.
The High Priest had merely released a stream of death qi towards him, and just like the ground before, the stone rock visibly dried out and cracked under Lymco's struggles and then crumbled into gravel.
Lymco fell to the ground, his body bloodied and a pitiful mess.
Yet, the flesh on his body rapidly regrew and healed at an unnervingly fast speed.
"Not bad."
The High Priest, looking at this scene, his hoarse voice turned delighted and relieved.
"The transformation efficiency is high, although it still falls short of 'that failure,' but after a thousand years, being able to create another Great Spirit Body, it wasn't a waste of all those years I spent collecting [Spirit Essence]."
