Then they saw it.
It was a withered corpse clothed in a black-gold robe, its frame resembling a skeleton. The robe was already tattered in many places, revealing the ghastly bones beneath. Although the hurricane had dissipated, he still hovered in the void, his bloodthirsty eyes fixed intently on Ye Qingchen.
The attire of the figure unmistakably indicated that in life, he was once a division leader of the Celestial God Sect!
"I never expected that someone from the Celestial God Sect also fell here and has become a walking corpse!" Ye Qingchen stroked his chin, "I wonder which department he belonged to? Celestial Department? Mountain Department? Thunder Department?"
Boom!
Just then, as Ye Qingchen was sizing up the Celestial God Sect walking corpse.
