This was the first time the undead stone giant spoke after entering the council chamber, his voice hoarse and hollow, devoid of any tonal fluctuation, neither anger nor joy could be felt, only endless coldness.
From beginning to end, he did not look at Giharin but instead fixed his gaze firmly on Gaven.
In his eyes, the silent young man brought pressure and threat far beyond that of Giharin, the legendary warrior.
Although the other person was clearly alive, he sensed an undead aura as deep as the ocean coming from him.
The last time he felt such a sensation was when he was personally received by the great chieftain of the undead stone giants, Duokong.
Fortunately, his heart had stopped beating two thousand years ago, otherwise, it would have surely leapt out of his chest.
Because their great chieftain had long since stepped one foot beyond the mundane, having an exceptional mastery in the undead domain.
