Moyang stared at the blood-stained cloth, a flicker of images from the past seemingly playing out before his eyes. As if gripped by a hallucination, he saw a Great Emperor’s corpse, wrapped in that very cloth, plummeting from the sky to land exactly where he stood.
Yet now, only the blood-stained fabric remained; the corpse had long since vanished without a trace.
Moyang stood frozen, unable to bring himself to believe it. Could a Great Emperor truly have fallen here? To think that a legendary powerhouse, supposedly invincible in this world, had died such a wretched death. He could still feel the lingering, peerless killing intent emanating from the cloth.
Chapter 373