Maggots were squirming in the rotten flesh.
He was dead.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, as if a great burden had been lifted.
To resurrect such a thing, what would that mean?
"As you can see, those infected with the epidemic, once they survive, become the mortal bodies of the Specter Fiends. This man was one of my kinsmen, possessed by that strange epidemic and transformed into the mortal body of a Seventh Rank Desolate God. Had he not just awoken, he might have killed us all. This is... the plot of the Corrupt Death God," Thoth said, flicking the blood off his right hand, then turning silent as a statue.
Chen Jing turned emotionless, "You knew all along?"
Kanter's face was pale as he whispered softly, "I only knew that ancestors sleeping in the Netherworld might harbor Specter Fiends within them, but I never imagined it would be like this."
