Boom!
The seemingly solid gate instantly collapsed, dust rolling past Leoz's feet as the cold, damp air from the depths of the tomb surged forth like a tide. For a moment, his hair stood on end as a needle-like chill seeped through every pore, as if intent on stirring and tearing apart the very marrow.
There's an old saying on Earth: as a person departs, the tea stays warm; as a tiger dies, its power remains.
The first part hardly applied, but the latter was vividly demonstrated at this moment.
One could say, this was worthy of being the mausoleum of the legendary Demigod, Mysterious Rock Lord; hundreds of years after death, the air was still filled with a terrifying sense of oppression, like the despair of ants gazing up at giants. Even taking one more breath could incite a heart-pounding fear of disrespect.
If there was a system, his body would certainly be laden with various negative debuffs right now. Even the resolute Leoz felt an eerie melancholy facing the Demigod's tomb.
