Chapter 851 The Withered Claw!

• Stone walls rose on all sides, crammed with murals. As Damon King studied them, the scenes unfolded, telling what looked like the tale carved by the workers who built this tomb back in the day.
• On the murals, a man soared through the sky, driving his servants to build him a grave. But on every single panel, the master in the sky had a coat smeared on him—painted with the artist’s own blood from his fingertips.
• “Could this be some kind of legendary artifact?” Damon muttered.