Thank the Amber's Alliance Leader
Hell, Silent Zone, Nowhere.
In the restored silence of the stone chamber, several shadowy figures quietly overlooked the shattered stone coffin and the incomplete shell within.
Having lost all its moisture, transformed into a hunched and desiccated corpse.
Most of it had already crumbled into dust.
Only within the cracked skull, in that piece of darkness, a faint light glimmered.
Accompanied by the sound of the door violently opening, Matthes slowly walked in, leaning on a cane, his steps somewhat staggering, the huge crack on his chest not yet fully repaired.
Seeing Woodman's corpse, he paused for a moment.
"Really dead?"
"After Vitali did this, if not dead, certainly crippled?"
Ye Zhi shrugged, "Even if he can still hold on, don't think about stirring up trouble with whatever remains... Lucky I ran far, otherwise if the old man had caught me, I'm afraid I would also be accompanying Woodman."
