His skin was black and purple, his mouth full of sharp fangs, and his nails like those of a monster. He wore something Bai Junjun was very familiar with—it was the same type of Leviathan Skin they adorned.
Although the art of crafting Leviathan Skin had been lost in modern times, more than a thousand years ago there were probably many around. Besides, this Zhongshan Mountain Overlord, a robust King of the Eastern Land, wearing Leviathan Skin was unsurprising.
Therefore, the one before them was likely the Zhongshan Mountain Overlord.
Through the gloomy candlelight, everyone could see there was an open coffin at the center of the tomb chamber.
It was unclear whether the overlord had been awakened by some disturbance, rising angrily from the coffin, or if Black Six, ignorant of the consequences, had forcibly roused him from his slumber.
Originally, Ah Dao was a staunch atheist, his creed solely consisted of the Death Warrior's code.
Yet now, he was thoroughly shaken.
