With the item in hand, Wang Yu did not know whether paying the price of one Divine Strength Corpse Arm had been worth it, but what was done was done; regret was meaningless. He only hoped this Jade Slip would be worth his loss.
A sliver of a smile split the corner of his mouth. Whether the corpse demon understood him or not, he said, "You want it back? Come to Moon Gathering Palace and find me!"
With that, he shot out of the Scripture Pavilion in an instant.
The Night Concealment Spell circulated at full force. Like a gecko scaling a wall, he clung along the Vermilion Pillar and climbed onto the ceiling, restraining his aura to the utmost.
Below the stairs, eight or nine illusion bodies of Wang Yu were fleeing, drawing attention from the front.
The corpse demon charged out in a fury, smashing the great doors to pieces.
At first glance, it identified which illusion bodies were real and which were false, but there were too many of them, and they had scattered apart. By the time it looked left and then right, they had already been blocked by the palace walls and vanished from sight.
It stood there for a moment, without the slightest thought of looking upward. Instead, it actually rushed toward the top of the stairs, in the direction of Moon Gathering Palace, Corpse Qi surging to the heavens all along the way—a living image of a fiendish creature being born into the world.
Seeing this, Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He did not know whether the Night Concealment Spell would be effective, but from the looks of it, its concealment of aura was quite good. He just did not know whether he would be seen through if