Yet, unknowingly, a figure had already appeared in front.
Jiang Hui shielded everything, ensuring that the other party could not possibly detect him.
He gazed at the Skeleton Immortal Emperor before him.
Just like a human.
Only now it was a corpse, with a trace of Primordial Spirit hidden in a rotten wooden box; as for the rotten wooden box, it should be in Shi Hao's possession.
At this moment, the massive corpse was already decaying. The surface was riddled with holes, akin to a honeycomb, continuously oozing black viscous substance that emitted a thick black mist.
Like the entrance to the abyss, devouring every inch of light around.
Around the blood hole, mysterious runes flickered on and off, rising and falling, ceaselessly.
Besides that, the positions of the head and arms were missing, sliced by sharp blades, making it incomplete and very damaged.
Jiang Hui's gaze lingered for a moment, contemplating, yet he didn't disturb the corpse of the Skeleton Immortal Emperor.
