Clack!
Another deathly pale hand appeared and gripped the ancient well's rim. The next instant, a black shadow flashed past as the figure inside climbed out. It moved swiftly, making its nature unmistakable at that moment-and it was immensely powerful.
Even Jiang Ming was startled. He was replenishing his vital energy, but he had been keeping watch on what happened here all along.
What was this thing? It definitely was not a living person.
Or rather, it had to be some kind of zombie. A high-level zombie.
No living person could truly have survived. This was someone from ancient times. One glance at the armor it had once worn showed that it had long since rotted beyond recognition. Even its battle armor had decayed, yet its body of flesh and blood could still move as though it were alive.
Most strikingly, the monster's disheveled hair remained intact, without falling out. Even its body was still burly, like a humanoid Saint Weapon, like a corpse king.
Bloody rain fell amid foul winds, and the monster actually wore an expression of enjoyment, greedily refining and devouring the power contained in that rain.
Clearly, it was recovering rapidly. That bloody rain and foul wind were terrifying to anyone else. The rain would pierce straight through an ordinary Great Accomplished King's body; they had no way to withstand it.
Fortunately, everyone here was an elite, mostly Saints. Even Half-Saints could only hang around the outskirts, playing no meaningful part.
Meanwhile.
Things continued climbing out of the ancient well. In a short span of time, twenty-seven similar monsters emerged, roaring at the sky and devouring the bloody rain around them as they gathered strength.
Boundless black mist surged from the pitch-black mouth of the well. At that moment, it truly seemed as though the gates