Demon King's Corpse

It wasn't long before a strange mountain appeared on the horizon, the blazing sunlight causing it to cast a long black shadow. It appeared to be a half-kneeling giant, its head pressing against the clouds and its feet stomping the earth. In its hand was a thousand-meter sword, half of it buried in the soil. The giant had both hands grasping the hilt of the sword, using it to support its body as it raised its head high.

As they flew closer and closer, Turan ordered Little Cherry to fly around to the front of the giant mountain so that Xia Fan could get a closer look.

It was a petrified corpse?

Xia Fan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but stand up and look out the window. The back of the mountain had a human form, but the front was that of a demon, its pitch-black sunken eyes exuding an intimidating darkness. At the time of its death, both eyes had been crying blood.