The Blood Burial Ghost Saint and the two Yin Yang Saints didn't dare say anything else; the terror of this monster corpse was not something within their level to contend with.
Even among saints there are distinctions, and besides, the monster corpse has the Extreme Yang Soldier Divine Iron, which, by unleashing just a few layers of its power, has utterly defeated them. Who dares provoke it?
They sensibly surrendered everything and fled for their lives.
The Old Corpse collected everything, then turned to look at Chu Hao and the others.
Chu Hao was extremely nervous, sweat pouring down.
"Se-Senior, I was just joking around." Chu Hao retreated repeatedly, feeling like crying.
The Old Corpse withdrew his gaze, staring blankly at the sky, as if returning to before.
Chu Hao couldn't help but ask, "Senior, who exactly are you?"
The Old Corpse looked at Chu Hao, a hint of color seeming to flicker in his eyes, and he uttered two words.
"Forgotten."
