Capítulo 1961: Chapter 1961: Pruitt Wilde’s Resurrection
The Undead Tribe’s sensitivity to pain far exceeds that of normal humans.
Cold Nelson was roasted on a chair!
His buttocks, in indescribable pain!
The Undead Tribe can remain unscathed due to their exceptional self-healing abilities.
But once cooked, it’s destined to be irrecoverable.
In the blazing flas, Cold Nelson was gradually roasted to perfection.
Julius Reed sniffed the aroma of the at, looked at Cold Nelson’s not-yet-cooked head, and turned to leave.
Crunch!
The throne burned to ruins.
Cold Nelson wasn’t dium-done.
Instead, he was cooked thoroughly.
From the inside out, cooked clean and completely.
“Return to Demarco Mount.” Julius Reed gazed at the clamorous Skilid City below and spoke lightly: “This ti, I want to completely obliterate them! Not a single one left…”
Skilid City was just the beginning; the real trouble doesn’t lie here.
The Wolf Cavalry slowly departed.
The Dusty Platform plunged into darkness.
Inside the Dusty Platform, in the room where Pranay Martinez had been taken by Darin.
Those few people once again opened their eyes.
One of them attempted to stand up.
He stood up!
The other two also rose.
But after a few steps, the three were forced to sit back down.
Before them, invisible golden lines suddenly blocked them firmly!
“The temple… finally reappears in the Mortal World.” Below the Dusty Platform, Darin leaned against a corner, laughing loudly with his battered body. “Grandmaster, you’ve made it to my death list. This ti, I will kill not only the Grandmaster but also you…”
The changes weren’t confined to the Dusty Platform!
Gradually, many places were experiencing earthquakes!
After the earthquakes, many people curiously found so peculiar structures erging from the ruins.
They looked very old…
More bizarrely, these buildings appeared almost identical, erging simultaneously after an earthquake in different places.
This phenonon sparked people’s curiosity.
Even scientists couldn’t provide an imdiate answer.
…
Julie Mountain!
Ghost Martial Tribe’s base camp!
After Lillian Tompson left, the Ghost Martial Tribe did not select a new Saintess.
They no longer need a Saintess or a Saint Heir!
Currently, the most powerful here is the esteed Great Elder!
The ancestral spirits are about to be revived, and once they are, the Great Elder will beco the greatest hero!
The presence of the Saintess and Saint Heir would jeopardize his status.
Eliminating dissidents is just a matter of ti.
But the appearance of Eliezer Pine provided them a legitimate reason to act ungratefully.
To beco respectable rogues.
At this mont.
All Ghost Martial Tribe elites gathered around a vast empty ground.
Standing close is a supre honor!
The first person the ancestral spirits see upon revival would be incredibly fortunate!
But this person must be the Great Elder himself.
The others remained far back, while the Great Elder knelt beside Pruitt Wilde.
The scorching sun overhead!
According to the ancestral spirits’ last words, the revival ti was about right.
No one dared blink, staring fixedly at Pruitt Wilde’s body.
That majestic physique!
Covered in dense fur!
Pruitt Wilde lay flat on the stone platform, hands folded across his chest.
Wearing tiger skin.
Just like back then!
This was also the first ti the Ghost Martial Tribe descendants had the chance to behold the ancestral spirits’ appearance!
“The wind is rising.”
Suddenly.
A gust of wind blew across the calm ground.
After monts of silence.
The wind grew stronger!
“The ancestral spirits are about to revive!” The Great Elder knelt on the ground, excited!
This isn’t wind!
It’s Spiritual Power roaring!
Beneath Julie Mountain lies a massive source of Spiritual Power!
This Spiritual Power was precisely what Pruitt Wilde had prepared for his revival years ago!
Now, the Spiritual Power was pouring into Pruitt Wilde’s body on the stone platform!
The wind intensified.
The Great Elder wept amidst the fierce gale!
“Sothing’s wrong, my internal power…” The Great Elder, closest, imdiately sensed the anomaly.
His internal power seed to be drawn away!
For the Martial Artist, Spiritual Power maintains their strength, much like ATP in blood.
It’s these powers that allow them to live longer and be stronger than ordinary people!
As for the Great Grandmaster who can rise from the ground, they’ve already mastered this power.
Just when the Ghost Martial Tribe sensed their internal power being drained!
The wind stopped.
Silence engulfed the place.
Everyone gazed at Pruitt Wilde’s body on the stone platform.
Unlike before, now Pruitt Wilde’s body seed filled with vitality.
Increasingly resembling a living being.
The Great Elder, closest, saw it clearly.
He was amazed!
In this world, there truly are occurrences of resurrection!
But…
How co one arm seems different?
That seems to be the arm Lillian Tompson brought back from Julius Reed.
But for now, that’s not a concern.
Everyone eagerly watched, awaiting the ancestral spirits’ revival!
Witnessing the fulfillnt of the Ghost Martial Tribe’s millennia-old hope!
The Great Elder adjusted his wind-tousled clothes and knelt respectfully.
After what felt like an eternity.
Pruitt Wilde’s finger twitched.
“The ancestral spirits! The ancestral spirits have revived!” The Great Elder shouted excitedly! “Ancestral spirits! The descendant Osbert Marsh can finally witness your revival!”
Crunch!
The stone slab began to crack.
Pruitt Wilde opened his eyes.
Sat up.
The Great Elder was slightly surprised; he was worried if Pruitt Wilde’s first glance went to soone else. He imdiately crawled in front of Pruitt Wilde and knelt again.
“Ancestral spirits!”
Following the Great Elder’s kowtow, everyone else knelt to the ground.
Shouting loudly.
“You…” Pruitt Wilde’s voice ca with so difficulty.
But no one felt anything wrong.
Soone dead for five thousand years ca back to life!
This itself already defies logic!
The Ghost Martial Tribe was steeped in excitent and astonishnt!
“Ancestral spirits… you are calling !” The Great Elder spoke excitedly, stumbling over his words, feeling drained as he couldn’t crawl over!
Being seen by the ancestral spirits!
The ancestral spirits saw him first!
And they called him!
The Great Elder was already envisioning the Ghost Martial Tribe’s global fa, basking in arrogance!
“You… co over…” Pruitt Wilde said expressionlessly.
“Ancestral spirits, the Ghost Martial Tribe Great Elder obeys your commands!” Osbert Marsh crawled to Pruitt Wilde and spoke excitedly, “Osbert’s lifelong dedication never wavered, finally in my life, collecting your body whole and reviving you!”
In those few words, Osbert Marsh claid all the credit for himself.
“Every piece of your body was personally found by !” He didn’t forget to add, eager to wholly seize the recognition!
Pruitt Wilde raised his arm.
Plop!
An arm fell off.
The atmosphere instantly solidified.
Osbert Marsh was dumbfounded.
How could this happen…
“All… found by you…” Pruitt Wilde spoke expressionlessly.
“No… Ancestral spirits, you…”
Whizz!
Pruitt Wilde’s other hand struck down!
Osbert Marsh turned into mince.
He died peacefully, without the slightest pain.
“All… must die!”
Pruitt Wilde stood, gazing at the people before him, slowly raising his sole arm. “You… all… must die…”
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