Not only Chu Hao and his four companions but also several other groups closely watched the odd flower, including the War King they had seen before, named Jin Yuanheng. He stood alone, arrogantly upright, merely pausing to observe.
Because on the edge of the pool, there were several completely ice-sealed corpses, all of them Martial Artists who had entered the valley before. Each one had extended their hand toward the Black Soul Flower, making a picking gesture.
It seemed that they had discovered the strange flower together and in their eagerness to be the first to seize it, they had all rushed forward only to be frozen by the edge of the pool.
Chu Hao took out his golden pupil eye and swept over them, only to find that the spark of life in these people had long been extinguished, leaving only their shells.
No wonder those who came later did not dare to make a move, as there was already a lesson to be learned from the past.
