Of course Xia Nan had noticed the dried corpse of the priest kneeling beneath the Divine Statue in devout prayer.
But to be honest, at the time, he had actually been just like those Adventurers. His attention had basically been drawn to the Magic Staff on the altar, and he had not observed the corpse carefully. Besides, there had truly been nothing about its back that seemed worth noticing.
Then, after the dried corpse was shot dead by the human ranger and the Adventurer team fell into infighting, he had completely stopped paying attention to that dead body.
But unexpectedly...
"Buzz."
An iron-gray flash of sword light cut through the air, and the Beheading Longsword slid back into its sheath in an instant.
Scalding air waves surged the surrounding fog to both sides, and the abrupt difference in temperature made fine mist condense around him.
Crimson firelight swept an arc like the setting sun before him, and the Wooden Sword [Green Pine] was already gripped in his hand.
A sense of danger bursting from deep inside made Xia Nan instinctively retreat and keep his distance from the dead body ahead.
At the edge of his vision was a dazzling blaze more intense than ever before, scorching and explosive, almost forming tangible streams of flame across the surface of the Wooden Sword.
Doubt rose in his heart.
In this state, judging from its appearance alone, this could no longer be explained by a simple "15% Sunfire damage."
"What exactly is that thing?"
His pitch-black eyes, reflecting the firelight, stared at the corpse lying quietly beneath the altar.
His whole body tensed, and his breathing slowed and deepened.
He was already prepared for battle.
"Hah..."
It was still that same dry throat sound, squeezed from deep within its throat.
Its dark-purple, deadwood-like