"The Death God?"
Inside the office of the Northern Border Legion's command post.
Three figures surrounded Su Ping in a triangle, each holding one corner.
Listening to Su Ping's report, Sacred Dragon Legend, who had left only a day earlier, sat directly in front of him and quietly repeated the name of this being whose identity they could finally confirm.
The Death God!
Yet at that moment, the other two clearly had no mind to dwell on that.
"What happened next? After Charles came out, what did you do? You little bastard, don't tell me you really fused with the power of the Death God's reincarnation?"
Su Anyong had already risen from his seat in agitation. He stared fixedly at Su Ping, his eyes bloodshot and filled with complicated feelings.
The reason was simple: he knew.
This time, had Su Ping not entered the Heavenly Tomb, and had he not possessed the Heavenly Tomb Mark Charles had given him before, then never mind all the other members of the Heavenly Tomb Unit-
Even if Su Anyong himself had gone inside, he could not have escaped the final outcome.
Becoming part of the Soul Furnace, turning into nourishment for the Sword Soul.
That was the only possible ending.
The situation inside the Heavenly Tomb had truly been a certain-death trap!
One without the slightest room to maneuver.
Yet the Su Ping before them had relied on his earlier preparations, opportunities, and fortunate encounters to carve a path to survival through it by force.
Even though they still could not be sure exactly what that path to survival entailed.
Sure enough, after Su Anyong asked those questions, all three people present looked at Su Ping again.
They could not be blamed for being unsympathetic.
After learning some of what had happened in