Su Zimo took a step forward and pulled out the white bone.
The edge of the white bone was rough and jagged—it should only be a fragment of the White Tiger's bone.
Even so, when the white bone fragment was revealed, it was still taller than his body and had a suffocating ferocity!
It was unimaginable how massive the White Tiger that grew such bones was at its peak and how ferocious it was!
The white bone fragment was left behind on the Asura battlefield. After countless years, the malevolent blood in the white bone had yet to dissipate, forming such a lake.
Su Zimo reached out and caressed the surface of the white bone gently.
Everywhere his fingertip passed, he could sense slight bumps on the surface of the white bone.
Su Zimo took a step forward and focused his gaze.
Mysterious patterns were etched on the surface of the white bone, resembling mysterious runes. It was like a work of the gods created by nature.