"And this person's clothing…"
Qi Xiu's gaze shifted from the corpse-spotted elder on the man's back. He suddenly noticed that the attire on the man, who was covered in corpse marks, startlingly belonged to the style of a previous dynasty.
"It's been nearly two thousand years since the last dynasty, yet this man's body hasn't decayed. It seems this eerie power has preserved his corpse."
Approaching the man with the corpse spots, Qi Xiu scrutinized him closely.
Under the suppression of the Yellow Turban Strongman, the man was like a long-dead corpse, completely motionless.
Lifting his hand, Qi Xiu gestured to the Yellow Turban Strongman to release the man.
The moment the Yellow Turban Strongman let go, the man, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly snapped them open. His pinpoint pupils unleashed a terrifying, strange power.
The man was incredibly fast. The instant he awoke, he lunged for Qi Xiu's arm, and the corpse spots on his body began to writhe as if alive.
