His flesh and blood had faded, leaving only a skeleton. Two bony hands gripped a pair of rusty giant axes, and remnants of armor clung to its frame. From afar, most of the skeleton glowed with a golden light, as if cast from molten gold. Its sternum, however, was wreathed in a dark aura of desecration, a stark contrast to the skeleton's golden hue.
The moment Fang Zhou saw the skeleton, the Heroic Spirit Battle Banner in his hand grew warm, as if sensing its former master. It then emitted a sapphire-blue radiance that shone in response to the golden skeleton.
A tiger's might lingers after its death; an eagle's talons remain sharp after it falls!
In his Soul Realm, Fang Zhou seemed to see a fierce, powerful man tightly bound by black chains, an image that overlapped with the golden skeleton before him and sent a tremor through his heart.
At that moment, Instructor Wang Tao also reacted. His face was a mask of shock, his voice trembling with irrepressible excitement.
