Then a sinister wind shrieked up, and a gray-white stream of corpse qi shot out from within. In a flicker, it revealed a hideous, savage-looking monster.
A Refined Corpse!
All the Ancient Demons present were at the Nascent Soul Realm or above, and their breadth of experience could hardly be called shallow. Naturally, they recognized it at a glance. Yet unlike an ordinary Refined Corpse, this monster's entire body was a pale silver, and its frame was far taller and larger than a common Refined Corpse. Most eye-catching of all was the pair of silver wings on its back. They looked just like a bat's wings, also silver, dazzling and resplendent.
The Silver-Winged Corpse King!
The moment this Refined Corpse emerged from the Spirit Ghost Bag, its eyes flew wide open, and strange "heh-heh" roars came from its mouth. Accompanying them was a terrifying spiritual pressure descending from the sky. Crackling sounds erupted in a great clamor. Spiritual pressure was originally something with substance but no form, yet at this very moment, it seemed almost visible to the naked eye.
Ripple after ripple spread through space, allowing one to catch the trail of that spiritual pressure, until it finally slammed together with Yanshan Ancestor's spiritual pressure.
A gale rose with it, and at the same time, the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves entered their ears. It was a city gate catching fire and the fish in the moat suffering for it; those Ancient Demons with lower cultivation had been swept inside.
Yet at this moment, who would care about such small fry as them?
Yanshan Ancestor's gaze swept over the Silver-Winged Corpse King, and his expression grew darker and darker.
This kind of spiritual pressure, this kind of strength, could actually contend with him as an equal.
"This