Sleeping Coffin

The four Wind Mages wore tight-fitting nano combat suits designed for battle, with walkie-talkies hanging from their waists. Their figures were sleek and streamlined, like agile underwater swimmers.

The tight nano combat suits were the Wind Mages' exclusive uniform. Supposedly, they reduced air resistance and increased speed, though the improvement was negligible.

Leading them was a handsome young man with curly hair and blue eyes. He headed straight for Ju Mang and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? We saw this place shrouded in night. Were you attacked by an Evernight profession?"

The other three Wind Mages followed closely behind him and looked toward Ju Mang as well.

At the same time, they noticed a shriveled corpse lying face down on the ground, its face obscured.

"I was attacked by Hecate and Bacchus." Zhang Yuanqing pointed at the corpse. "I killed them in return. This is Bacchus's body. Hecate was taken away by my companion."

"What?!"

The curly-haired, blue-eyed young man nearly suspected something was wrong with his hearing. Startled and doubtful, he hurried over, bent down, and flipped the dried corpse over so that its face was up.

Then he wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost. It really was Bacchus!

Though the corpse's flesh had shriveled and its skin was wrinkled, its features from when it had been alive were still recognizable. They had seen Bacchus's portrait countless times and could not possibly mistake him.

Bacchus was dead!!

This was Bacchus—the Saint ranked second on the A-rank wanted list, one of the foremost Saints in the Dionysus Club. Below the Sovereigns, there were only a handful of people stronger than him.

And such a powerhouse, who had once commanded the winds and clouds, had actually died?

Killed by an obscure Beast King from the