Ordinary resurrection spells had many restrictions. For example, the target could not have died of old age, could not have been dead for more than a hundred years, the deceased soul had to be willing to return, and most importantly, the target could not be undead and needed to have as intact a corpse as possible.
As a result, this seventh-circle divine spell had always been stuck in an awkward position. Adventurers capable of seeking resurrection were willing to spend more money and resources. Liang Daozhi seemed rather money-grubbing; upon seeing those silver ingots, he seemed to have completely forgotten his agreement with Tang Zhou.
The youth immediately broke into a brilliant smile, clearly enjoying his big brother's praise. He raised the Demon Lord's Scepter in his hand and said smugly, "Big Brother, the Demon Lord's Scepter has been lost for many years, but it has finally returned to our demon race. Since I seized this treasure, does that count as a great contribution to our demon race?"
If the black-bodied Groves was a massive boulder, then this dark blue-black bearkin was a mountain peak, entrenched there and utterly unmoving.
Everyone finally stopped paying attention to the matter, and Angus even specially made Zhang Yaming a hangover soup. Only then did Zhang Yaming let out a heavy sigh of relief.
The sea folk were a race incapable of surviving on land. They could only live in the sea for their entire lives.
Immediately afterward, a surging wave of magical power spread out, and the enormous ice pillar instantly shattered into countless crystalline fragments that drifted down through the air.
Perhaps the Nether Locusts had been louder when they first appeared, but they had never been this terrifying. These insects were not flying out at all; it was as though something