A blurry black shadow appeared in the ruins not far away.
He was tall and burly, and he was wearing a ferocious armor, looking a little creepy.
As he walked, his armor clattered against each other, making clanking sounds.
Tang Hao's expression changed slightly when he saw that.
He didn't look like a human. His entire body was shrouded in a shocking aura of death, and he looked more like a corpse. A few heads hung from his waist. The flesh and blood had long rotted away, revealing the shining divine bones inside.
"It's the sun god, and there's also a half-step ancestor!"
From their aura and color, Tang Hao quickly determined the strength of the owners of these heads.
It was obvious that these were the treasure hunters who had barged in before him.
There might even be people from the Kui Xing Grand Sage's side.
"This corpse, did it exist before, or was it formed after the corpse transformed?"
He muttered to himself.
