Qin Shaofeng and the Lord of Saints had never seen the first three Flame Skeletons, and they were filled with confusion about those three.
This time, however, they saw everything clearly.
The mad ghosts and warriors actually burned at the same time, then fused into one, transforming into Flame Skeleton after Flame Skeleton.
Though their numbers were halved, their strength increased tenfold, even a hundredfold.
"Th-this... what kind of method is this?"
The Lord of Saints' teeth chattered uncontrollably.
Qin Shaofeng, who had long harbored suspicions, witnessed the scene with his own eyes. When he looked again at the Lord of Saints, endless sorrow filled his gaze.
This dignified master of the Spirit Realm was nothing but a pitiful creature who had been kept in the dark to the bone.
He thought he understood some of the truth. He thought he was merely a chess piece.
Yet he never knew.
In the eyes of the World Will, he was not even worthy of being a chess piece.
It had to be said—he truly was a colossal tragedy.
"Y-you... why are you... looking at me like that...?"
The Lord of Saints noticed Qin Shaofeng's gaze, and even his voice began to tremble.
The few Eleven Steps Experts who had always followed behind him and protected him felt their hearts pounding wildly as well.
They had seen and heard far too much.
Coupled with the Lord of Saints' current reaction, even if they were fools, they could piece together some of what was happening.
Qin Shaofeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, truly not knowing how he should comfort this pitiful man.
At the same time.
The throne had already arrived before them. The Destruction Empress, who resembled a statue, finally slowly opened her eyes.
It was as though a whole heaven