The Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill Runs Amok

As the two halves of the corpse were completely dissolved, the golden page gradually dimmed.

It looked noticeably more faded than before.

Ning Wangshu raised a hand and summoned the golden page back.

With Gu Ziyu and Long Shaoqian's two halves of the corpse now dissolved, the surrounding Crimson Mist had also vanished. Ning Wangshu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then, Gu Ziyu glanced at Ning Wangshu and asked curiously, "General Ning, that Magic Artifact you just brought out, the one that looked like a sheet of gold foil, was incredibly powerful! It actually dissolved that corpse!"

She naturally assumed the golden sheet was Ning Wangshu's Magic Artifact.

Ning Wangshu didn't bother to explain. He simply said offhandedly, "It's a treasure I came across by chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant red light suddenly burst from the lower abdomen of the giant corpse pinned to the rock wall, nearly illuminating the entire enormous cave in a bloody glow.

However, the light shining from the giant corpse was completely different from the glow given off by the corpse that seemed to be an evil demon. It lacked that bewitching, eerie quality.

Instead, it carried a heavy, vast, and mighty aura, and its color was darker and deeper.

The sudden turn of events startled Ning Wangshu, Gu Ziyu, and Long Shaoqian. All three turned to look.

"W-what's going on now? Why is bloodlight coming from the giant's corpse too?"

Gu Ziyu cried out, unable to hide the worry on her face.

Ning Wangshu immediately sensed the difference and was about to speak.

Just then, his body suddenly shuddered.

In the next instant, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill he had cultivated began operating on its own, without his prompting. Strands of its peculiar aura quietly surged out