Inside the stone coffin, Acatus's body was covered by a layer of white frost.
His skin also transformed at this moment.
It was not the pale white of lifelessness, but a kind of inherent pallor.
Suddenly, the eyes of this Great Druid opened without warning, with icy blue light shimmering within them.
Zhang Xiaoman raised a hand, and the lid of the stone coffin, affected by the Dark Energy Shock, was pushed open.
"Welcome back, Acatus."
Acatus slowly sat up, a momentary confusion flashing in his eyes, which then quickly turned clear.
He already understood his current situation.
"Ji Xing... have we... won...?"
Unconsciously asking this question, Acatus shifted his gaze to the man in the purple robe before him.
"Yes, from now on, those Pseudo Gods no longer exist, and nothing in the sky can threaten this world's peace."
"I see... it seems our efforts were not in vain..."
Zhang Xiaoman nodded, then floated into mid-air, giving this Great Druid some space.
