บท 1197: Ten Million Year Old Plot

"What?!" Wu Zhe's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Lan Yun, you're still not dead?" He looked at the corpse on the floor.

"Hehe!" There was a chuckle, and the blue-skinned corpse on the floor surprisingly crawled up. A long shadow was cast by its nine-meter-tall figure.

Ling Han and the others were all astounded.

Although they had been suspicious whether the mysterious being was the true owner of this place, they were still stunned to see the blue-skinned elite get to his feet.

Wu Zhe stared at the blue-skinned elite, and he started to laugh loudly after a short while, saying, "So, you truly are dead. Your body is merely being controlled by a wisp of your remnant awareness."

"Indeed!" the blue-skinned elite said with a nod. "However, it's more than enough to kill you!"