Novel:
Every bamboo stalk in the purple bamboo grove radiated purple divine light, with golden patterns running across its surface. It was clearly no ordinary thing.
Yet at this moment, Wei Suo and the others had no mind whatsoever to investigate these purple bamboos. All their gazes were fixed upon that enormous indigo corpse.
The enormous indigo corpse lay slanted within a massive pit, as if it had fallen from an extremely high altitude and ultimately perished here.
This was the corpse of a genuine Thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan Great Power. Though it had fallen sideways into the pit, it still stood several zhang tall.
Although they had always heard Ling Longtian speak of Thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan Great Powers, seeing one in the flesh made everyone's scalps prickle.
Thirty-two arms stretched through the air in all manner of poses, giving off an indescribably creepy feeling.
Though the huge body had completely dimmed, like rotten wood, without the slightest fluctuation of arcane power, it still exuded a suffocating pressure. Even Wei Suo was no exception.
Only when facing the corpse of a great power whose cultivation far surpassed one's own would one feel such a thing.
"Dead pervert... is this guy really dead dead...?" Han Weiwei stared at the enormous indigo corpse. The moment she spoke, she realized her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and even her voice had gone out of tune.
"He should be completely dead. Don't come over yet. Let me take a look first."
Wei Suo took a deep breath and, with an exceptionally grave expression, slowly swept toward the enormous indigo corpse.
His divine sense had repeatedly swept over the corpse of this Thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan Great Power. Its blood vitality and True Essence had utterly dried up, leaving no trace of life. Moreover, the first time Wei