Who Put All These Corpses Together?!

Song Zhong discovered that these Blood Corpses' spells were not particularly powerful. They were even holding their own magical artifacts, yet there seemed to be no connection whatsoever between them and those artifacts; they could not even wield the artifacts' power.

That said, he had no idea how strong their bodies had been before death. In any case, their physical bodies were now far stronger than those of cultivators at the same cultivation realm.

Even so, killing these few Blood Corpses was child's play for him.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Corpses had all been slain.

Song Zhong stared at the corpses for a while longer. After confirming that they did not regenerate, he nodded lightly. "Good. These Blood Corpses will not revive again. Otherwise, if every corpse turned into a Blood Corpse and could keep reviving endlessly, that would be truly troublesome.

"But are only the corpses from this sect able to revive, or will every headless corpse across this entire continent revive and become a Blood Corpse? If it is the latter, that would be a real problem. Xi Hua is still on this continent."

The cultivators of this sect did not seem to have gathered together, so things were manageable for now. But in the sect that he and Rain Peak Quasi-Saint had entered before, corpse after corpse had been piled together. If those corpses also revived, probably very few cultivators would escape alive.

"Did these Blood Corpses become Blood Corpses because some strange Ferocious Beast bit off their heads, like being infected by zombies?"

Song Zhong quickly started walking forward.

At the same time, within this sect's mountain gate, cultivators who had entered this place also began encountering Blood Corpses one after another. For the time being, however, they were doing all right.