And atop each soaring stone ridge, huge skeletons were bound by chains.
These ancient bones had long since glittered with a ghastly white light.
Yet, even so, it was clear to see the stance they took at the moment of their death.
Without exception, they were all howling skyward in rage.
Xue An stood in the void, eyes roving over the entire world, the anger in his gaze gradually boiling over.
For he could tell, these skeletons were all deities of the Hua Clan!
Had he truly arrived a step too late?
In fact, Xue An had been mentally prepared for this.
After all, when Ji Huan had followed Lord Lihen to the Divine Prison, there were hardly any surviving deities of the Hua Clan left, let alone now, after more than a thousand years had passed.
But no matter how much he had prepared himself, when he saw so many skeletons of the Hua Clan's deities.
Murderous intent surged uncontrollably within Xue An.
