章節 1247: The dead do not lie

Hah… hah… hah…

Gu Qing Shan sat up straight on the collapsed metal floor, breathing heavily.

That long-cheeked skull made of water vapor gave him an unprecedented sense of pressure.

If one was gazed at by that long-cheeked skull, the only outcome would be death.

Living beings cannot possibly resist such an Apocalypse.

I wonder…

How many more of such Apocalypses are there?

Are there even more terrifying Apocalypses than that one in the great tomb?

The Lord of the Space-Time Mystery Nest only managed to escape with one-third of his single strand of hair.

The Void Gloom Matriarch only has a single finger remaining but is still floating about inside that river without a chance to escape.

And the Void Gloom Matriarch managed to place a sure-death curse on me despite retaining only one finger.