"Ah! What the hell is that?" Fu Kun screamed in horror when he collided with it—it was a head.
The head, with its green face and sharp teeth, was utterly fierce and emitted a terrifying force that made Fu Kun's skin crawl.
"Golden Armored Poison Corpse!" Having recognized the head, Cha Fu couldn't help but shout out in shock, his face full of surprise.
"This is the head of the Golden Armored Poison Corpse!" Even Fu Ke couldn't help but shout out in shock.
As leaders of the Black and White Miao Clan, they naturally knew about the Golden Armored Poison Corpse and immediately identified it as such, stirring a tempest of shock in their hearts.
The Golden Armored Poison Corpse, like an invincible monster, had haunted the Miao people of the Black and White Miao Clan for hundreds of years, and now its head had been severed, and it was actually dead—who would believe this?
But they had to admit, this was indeed the head of the Golden Armored Poison Corpse.