"No," the Undead Lord said, shaking his head vigorously.
"Golden-Winged Divine Race?" Ling Shu asked again.
"I don't know..." The Undead Lord's voice was barely audible.
Ling Shu placed her hands on her hips, looking quite exasperated.
Without the crown, the towering skeleton lost all its regal presence. The once majestic Supreme now seemed as timid as a turtle.
When faced with a cosmic strongest expert, it fled quickly!
Wang Ye wasn't concerned.
This was simply the path of survival of undead creatures. Otherwise, they wouldn't have managed to survive in the Glazed Death Realm for so long.
Self-preservation was a valuable skill, especially in the current situation.
"Continue exploring," Wang Ye instructed, indifferent to the Undead Lord's reluctance.
Under the influence of the Divine Control Spell, the Undead Lord had no choice.
"What do we do now?" Saber King Ancient asked.
