The atmosphere in the huge square was deathly silent.
On one side were the Proud Sons of Heaven from the Southern Continent, and on the other side was a strange skeleton that had been dried for many years.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the skeleton in front of them. Even though they had the absolute advantage in numbers, they still did not dare to take a deep breath, afraid that they would disturb this thing.
Even though they had already returned all the treasures that they had obtained in the Secret Realm, the skeleton was still unmoved. The pupils that were condensed by the purple lightning were staring straight at Gu Xi in the crowd.
Gu Xi looked very calm on the surface, but in fact, his back was already soaked in cold sweat. He really could not understand why this guy kept staring at him.
He had already handed over everything that needed to be handed over. Why was this guy still sticking onto him?
