"Okay, that's all of them."
Zhiran mumbled in extreme satisfaction after seeing the empty area ahead.
With just a wave of his hand, he was able to kill an army of undead effortlessly. He didn't even use much of his spiritual energy.
To be honest, Zhiran was really shocked by the Heaven Devouring Flame.
'I don't know which rank this physique belongs to.'
He thought, making him curious about the identity of the figure inside that coffin. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the name.
He just knew that that figure was some kind of Immortal.
'Forget it. If I think too much, it might destroy my Dao heart.'
Zhiran knew his limits. That's why, even though he was curious about the things that were sealed by his system, he reined in his curiosity.
"W-who... who are you?"
Just as he was musing over things, he suddenly heard the shocked voice of a girl from behind.
"You aren't Mo Zhiran!"
