"Ah..."
As Song Changsheng injected the Pure Yang Power contained within the Pure Yang treasure into him, True Lord Mingtai's face twisted into a savage mask. The pair of fangs beneath his lips could no longer be concealed, and he began snapping wildly at the air, struggling in agony. The Law Chains around him seemed as though they might shatter at any moment.
Seeing this situation, several elders of the City Lord's Mansion were filled with worry.
To them, True Lord Mingtai was both their superior and the benefactor who had given them a place to shelter in these troubled times.
They had come from all corners of the world, each with their own hardships and backgrounds. Yet without exception, they had grown weary of the slaughter and strife of the martial world, while unwilling to sell their lives to those great powers. After wandering in circles, they had arrived at Pan Shi City. While enjoying True Lord Mingtai's protection, they had gradually developed the desire to join it.
True Lord Mingtai had not concealed the news of his Corpse Poison infection from them. During this time, they had exhausted every possible method, yet made no progress, and could only use an array to restrain it.
They simply had not expected the Corpse Poison to spread so quickly, directly exceeding their control.
Had Zhuang Yuechan not acted in time, Pan Shi City would already have been reduced to ruins.
Now, they could only place all their hopes on Song Changsheng and Zhuang Yuechan, even though they did not even know the origins of these two.
"Wuu..."
Just as True Lord Mingtai was about to break free of Song Changsheng's Law Chains, ethereal flute music rang out within the secret chamber, entering True Lord Mingtai's ears. The boiling Corpse Poison within