A flood of information entered Chenglei's mind through their soul connection. It was none other than Orcus' corpse refinement technique, [Lord Creator]. Though Dyon didn't bother to comprehend any of it, he had skimmed through its covers long ago. Memorizing a technique was as easy as breathing for him, even if it was of the Divine Grade.
Chenglei was stunned into silence before his uproarious laughter shook the skies. As a wielder of Death God Body, how could he not understand the significance of such a technique? With it, his corpse refining abilities would be brought to an entirely new level.
In the distance, the Shruti Army felt awkward, a deep shame taking root in their hearts as they listen to human and dragon chatting away with one another.
They had just been scared out of their wits, yet the battle was won without them lifting a single finger. How could they feel anything but shame?
