"Heehee, well well, what do we have here? A rare Body of Will?"
A continuous deep cunning laughter came from the emerald Soulfire in the eye sockets of Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer's skull, it was as if it had penetrated the essence of the azure ice claw, piercing through the Frozen Burrow and the source of darkness surrounding it.
Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer uttered in a calm voice, "Open the seal. This is just a guise, I guess there must be something interesting inside."
"A guise?"
The Level-3 Demon-Hunter behind Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer murmured in surprise. The giant claw that seemed to represent the breath of World Lords was actually a guise?
A guise was the external manifestation of truth. It represented the deception of principles in the wisdom of sorcerers.