“Castor—Castor ran!” 

“Castor actually lost!”

“Heavens!”

Every Bone Race clansman around the bone burying grounds was shouting at the top of their lungs.

Their faces were riddled with disbelief. It looked like they couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Castor was the former Abyss Master. He was almost invincible back in those days.

To the Bone Race, Castor was like an eternal nightmare, whose terror permeated them to the very marrow.

Many of the seniors of the Bone Race had witnessed Castor’s strength before. They had also witnessed him turning countless peak existences into dead souls.

Even the previous Bone Race patriarch and many rebels had been killed...