Chapter 491: The Devouring Sword God Emperor Gulan

A figure clad in a tight black battle robe stood within the divine coffin. The black robe was streaked with blood-red lines, like blood swords that thirst for blood and are deadly! Her face appeared youthful, seemingly in her late twenties or early thirties, exquisitely crafted, as if each feature—eyes, ears, mouth, nose—had been meticulously sculpted by master artisans, achieving a perfection both delicate and flawless. Even every inch of her skin shimmered with a faint glow. This glow was...