Moments later, at the center of the Quanfeng Race's settlement.
"..."
The gathered clansmen were still chattering noisily, while Gu Hu stood at the center with a face full of shock and conflict.
Because, just as the informed clansman had said at the beginning, Gu Hu's long-dead father had "resurrected."
But the problem was, this "resurrected" father of Gu Hu was now nothing but a skeleton.
Crack... Crack... Crack...
Dazedly crawling out of the deep pit of the grave, he displayed no aggressive behavior throughout.
The dog-headed skeleton was disassembling its own bones while attempting to put them back together again.
The crisp sound of bone friction produced a complicated, indescribable feeling in Gu Hu's ears.
"It's a newborn Skeleton."
Seeing this situation, the Elder Prophet opened his mouth to speak, also astonished.
"It's no longer your father; it's a newborn Skeleton."
