The Green Corpse Emperor.
Ethan had finally seen him.
Even though the towering undead figure stood far outside the stronghold, the moment he stepped out of the dark rift, the entire world seemed to fall into stillness.
Ethan's sharp eyes locked onto the bloated figure cloaked in thick death energy, and the crown on his head pulsed with a sickly green light.
Every inch of the Emperor's flesh oozed decay. Cracks split his pale, swollen skin, leaking streams of glowing ichor that burned the very ground it touched.
Yet it wasn't his appearance that made Ethan's heart skip a beat—it was the aura.
The Green Corpse Emperor wasn't even inside the stronghold, and yet… the pressure the Green Corpse Emperor emitted made the entire ancient fortress tremble.
If this were any other Golden Core cultivator standing in Ethan's place, they would have dropped to their knees with their spirit broken and heart crushed under despair.
