In the distance, a corpse floated over at an unhurried pace.
Wasn't this the Saint's corpse that he had previously seen?
He was dressed in robes, completely purple-red in colour, and wore a purple-gold crown on his head. These were obviously all treasures, and there was not the slightest sign of decay.
However, this Saint's corpse wasn't floating very fast, and it was far from being able to compare to the speed at which the two Venerate Tier elites were rowing the rafts. Yet, it had actually caught up to them after only a moment. This was naturally terrifying.
Strange!
The Heavenly Martial Venerate opened his eyes, and looked towards the Nine Mountains Venerate. There was a questioning look in his eyes.
"We have to recover power, or we might encounter even greater danger," the Nine Mountains Venerate muttered to himself.
