บท 1621: Ten Crippled Sword Ghosts! The Brutal Combat Strength of the Past Era! (1)

"Chirp, chirp, chirp."

Before the person made an appearance, a strange laugh echoed throughout.

After the great array in Zheng Huang Palace froze and cracked, a thick layer of frosty mist seeped through the cracks and finally turned into a solid figure.

This person...

How should he put it? There was only one word to describe his appearance - tragic!

His entire body was pitch-black and covered in dried blackish-red blood stains. A faint smell of charred flesh emanated from his body.

His messy hair as well as the hairs on his body stood upright. He was the epitome of what it meant to be 'Bohemian' in a different sense!

At first glance, other than the few tattered strips of cloth that hung limply on his body, he looked like a creature that had walked out of a pile of charcoal.

Other than that, his entire body was covered in wounds, as if he had been slashed or stabbed by a sharp weapon.