On his chest, there was a sunken footprint, left by Li Yan earlier, but now it was slowly pulsating, gradually recovering.
What they didn't know was that this thing was the treasure of the blood Nuo master, called the Plague God Armor, made from the dorsal skin of those who died tragically, and painted with the "Five Plagues Burial Map."
In those Tu Clan villages that were annihilated back then, regardless of age or gender, it covered their bodies, layer upon layer, resembling a shell.
"Duoji Zhaxi, assist me!"
The old demon shouted in anger and then cut open his palm with a Blood Blade.
The lama of the Black Sect behind him suddenly turned around, took off his monk's robe and hung it upside down, revealing a giant Thangka embroidered on the back:
Two skeletons wearing bone crowns, holding magic artifacts, surrounded by blazing flames, with countless fierce ghosts beneath them...
Lord of the Corpse Forest!
