Long Chen’s eyes widened in disbelief as the corpse of the Silver Wing Heaven Devil moved. But then, he saw the source of the movement—the human skeleton in tattered robes. It emitted strange, erratic fluctuations, and the rusty sword in its grasp shuddered as if still gripped by some lingering force.0

“Even after being dead for so many years, you are still suppressing this devil,” Long Chen murmured, a note of admiration in his voice. “It’s been hard on you.”0

This human expert’s body had long since decayed. His bones were crumbling, yet a special power continued to suppress the Silver Wing Heaven Devil.0

This power came from an undying will and a rock-solid foundation that would never change. In truth, his physical body had long...0