chapter 308 Supreme Cemetery

Looking at the half-dead body of a bird remaining in the black and strange pistil, Farrell Almond scalp felt numb and his heart almost rose to his throat.
Only half of the corpse was left, with crimson feathers all over its body, like a burning flame, but now it had lost its divine aura and became a cold corpse.
But even with only this small number of corpses, Farrell Almond felt an unprecedented terrifying sense of oppression on it, causing the bones in his body to creak, and Han...