"Greetings, my Lord!"
The deafening roar echoed in the stadium, and all the undead put on their most pious posture.
The Undead Lord!
The ruler of the Howling Abyss without any contest!
Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the Undead Lord.
The iconic gray skin of an undead; the firm and handsome facial features that seemed particularly cold and stiff. Shen Yanxiao had seen many beautiful faces, but she had never seen any face that could have such a cold aura as the Undead Lord.
He just stood in front of the undeads expressionlessly, but it was as if ice that was buried deep in the sea had engulfed the earth.
Xiu's coldness was like an iceberg that would not melt for tens of thousands of years. Other than awe, no one dared to approach him.
