The Insect Race’s legacy was not in Chen Xing’s possession. At present, the only things she had were the Undead Lord’s skull mask, the demonic sword, a dragon crystal, slime mucus, and a vampire blood essence stone.
Meanwhile, the legacies of the Insect Queen, the Puppet Master, and the Fungus Lord had been scattered throughout the world—or perhaps those three had never died at all. Little Dragon Girl had absolutely no idea where they were now.
The instant Freya gripped the demonic sword and chose to fall, an evil aura brimming with divinity began spreading from her. The Church’s...
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