"From now on, whoever dares to harm her, I will see to it that their entire force will bury with them."
A detached voice suddenly resounded through this starry sky; everyone saw clearly that right in front of the Taichu Female Saint, a figure appeared, gaunt and with dry, yellow hair, like a sudden appearance of a skeleton, causing astonishment. Was it not the Holy Corpse that was sitting cross-legged on the third altar?
At this moment, it actually moved and appeared before their eyes.
"Stop immediately, the Holy Corpse must not be harmed, or else it might obliterate the forbidden legacy of the Combat Saint lineage within it."
The Canglan Saint Master was yelling, and all the Heroic Masters were hastily withdrawing their hands, but all attacks had already been launched, and they could not withdraw them anymore; they could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.
"Little brother."
