There were so many of them that they covered the entire river.
Her presence was terrifying!
She was the most exceptional woman in the history of the human race, the empress of her generation!
She stood on the river's surface, as cold and unyielding as ever. "Scram!" she commanded.
"Colette, are you trying to kill me?" The green-robed man clenched his fists, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.
Unfortunately, the empress responded indifferently, "A crippled body!"
She understood the connection between Braydon Neal and the green-robed man.
At the end of his first life, Braydon's body had been severed, leaving only his soul to carry on with his memories and consciousness.
His body was left behind, a shell without any awareness.
Yet, his first life was so formidable that even after thousands of years of silence, a trace of consciousness eventually formed in his body.
This was the origin of the green-robed man.
