Su Zimo was momentarily stunned.
Even he had not expected that the Corpse Emperor would refine a Rakshasa into a battle corpse!
"Hehe!"
The Corpse Emperor laughed oddly. "Desolate Martial, I found this battle corpse in a ruin in the ancient battlefield. Before this Rakshasa died, he was an Emperor!"
"I'm the first person in history to refine an Emperor of the primordial races into a battle corpse!"
Su Zimo frowned.
The battle corpse of an Emperor of the Rakshasa race was indeed troublesome to deal with.
The Corpse Emperor was even more smug as he roared in laughter. "Desolate Martial, even if you have extraordinary methods, you can't destroy my battle corpse. Even if you have Everlasting Vitality, you can't beat the endurance of my battle corpse!"
Battle corpses were extremely strong and invulnerable against weapons, water and fire.
