Lin Xuan had no time to explain it to her. Countless Stone Monsters were chasing after them from behind again. Fortunately, the Jiang Brothers and the Xueming Sect cultivators had not been idle either, so the Giant Monster could not spare any more energy to deal with the two of them.
But there were still nearly a thousand Stone Monsters before them.
"Senior Sister, help me hold the enemies off first. A few breaths will be enough."
"No. There are too many Stone Monsters. I'm afraid I can't handle them alone." Qin Yan bit her lip, a trace of difficulty appearing on her pretty face.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded. With a scale like this before them, even with Qin Yan's cultivation and abilities, it was indeed somewhat troublesome.
Now was not the time to hide his strength.
He stretched out his hand and plucked at his waist. Two pouches were offered up by him...
Boom!
Corpse mist surged, accompanied by a stench foul enough to make a person retch. A tall, thin figure appeared before their eyes.
Shriveled and gaunt, eyes bulging, nails a dark, inky black.
Corpse Demon!
Qin Yan covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with astonishment. Her junior brother practiced the same art as she did; the Nine Heavens Profound Art was an orthodox Daoist technique. How could he possibly command a Corpse Demon?
One had to know that the art of refining corpses belonged to Demonic Path abilities, and to an unorthodox branch of Ghost Cultivators at that. Only they could master it. Yin and yang spiritual power belonged to different categories—how could they circulate within one person's body?
But astonishment was astonishment. There was not the slightest disgust on Qin Yan's face. Instead, a faint trace of admiration appeared. After all, righteous,