C155 Holy Spirit Essence

No longer concerned about the threat of the Deification Mist, Zhang Yu cautiously approached the area where a black shadow loomed, barely discernible through the blood-red fog.

Surveying the desiccated corpses that had been severely dehydrated into mummies, Zhang Yu prodded them gently with his sword tip. Once he was sure there was no danger, he confidently stooped down for a closer inspection