When Feiyun found Qingqing, she was floating inside a skull at the bottom of the pond.

This skull towered for three hundred meters and was filled with evil energy. The bones were as tough as divine metals. It was stripped clean without any sign of blood and flesh. The deep eye sockets exuded malefic power like two black holes, capable of devouring all similar affinities.

The mouth was two hundred meters wide with virtually no teeth left.

Qingqing had white halos circling her along with ten skeletal swords. The blades had aggressive beast souls appearing.

“That’s the skull of Skeletal God Monarch?” Feiyun could sense its power from dozens of miles away.

This monarch probably wasn’t a saint but not too far off. He was someone qualified...