Lion Bone Scythe, forged entirely from bone.
The shaft is 77 meters long, the blade nearly 40 meters, with the bone edge exuding a ghastly pale hue that sends chills down the spine.
On the dense white bones, faint traces of gray-brown aura swirl, like a gloomy deathly qi.
This imposing presence does have the look of a Holy Grade Divine Weapon.
Du Yu suddenly spoke, "There are a lot of people kneeling around the Lion Bone Scythe."
Lin Shiwei: "Golden Lion Corps?"
Du Yu frowned slightly, "Probably, they're all wearing white cloaks and hoods."
The Lion Bone Scythe floated atop the snowy mountain, shaped like a giant '7.'
Below it, more than twenty devout believers knelt in reverence.
In this icy and snowy world, the scene looked especially eerie.
Involuntarily, Du Yu gripped the Ice-colored Jade Marrow Bow in his hand—something he'd just gotten from the Mountain Realm.
He came for the bow, but also to remind Jia Rong Grass: showtime!
"Whew~"
