The body was that of a man clad in black battle armor, a pink hue to his rounded face. His eyes were open wide in anger, a sword clutched in his hands, the tip pointed towards the heavens.
The expression on his face portrayed a mix of dominance, defiance, and rage...
If it weren't for the dark wound on his forehead, Shen Zhui almost thought this man was still alive!
"This body... it has endured countless eons, yet the flesh remains immortal..." marveled Shen Zhui, surveying the man in front of him.
He too was of True God-level, but while others of his ilk had only their bones remaining, this cloaked warrior retained an impeccably preserved body, something that greatly astonished Shen Zhui.
"Hmm, no divine intent, no last words, no legacy explaining his origins?" Shen Zhui scanned the area, finding that the black-armored warrior had left no traces or notes. If there had been any, they had not survived the passage of time.