Black Bone

Vast black clouds blotted out the sky, wild winds crashed to earth, and the storm was like blades!

The Storm Sphere, compressed for ten days, slowly pressed downward. Violent energy spread in all directions, instantly pulverizing the countless rotting corpses engulfed by the gale and sending fragments flying everywhere. It was like being scraped ceaselessly by an iron brush—sand and stones flew, while dust rose hundreds of feet into the air!

A tall, pitch-black zombie silently appeared amid the corpse horde, holding a flaming spear as it slowly approached...

Bai Yujun pressed the Storm Sphere extremely low. Just as she was about to release her control and let the storm fully unleash the might of immortals and gods, she suddenly turned to look at a tall figure within the corpse horde...

In the distance, Yu Rong's face went pale with shock.

"Not good! The Black Bone Corpse!"

Yang Mu and Xu Ling's hearts skipped a beat. Without another word, they drew their swords and charged out!

Within the main hall of the Chunyang outpost fortress, spiritual energy surged through Chu Zhe's body, forcing the surrounding Chunyang disciples to unconsciously retreat. In an instant, he became a streak of light and appeared in the sky!

The Great Priest of the White Tribe, who had been trading cold barbs with the Great Priest of the Black Tribe, underwent a drastic change in expression. Mu Duo flew beyond the pass with a frost-covered face!

Amid the corpse horde, the ink-black figure raised its broken, blood-red flaming spear high...

"Die."

The hoarse, piercing whisper seemed to cross the distance and bore into the depths of their minds.

A gray-black palm seized the flaming spear and hurled it at Bai Yujun in the sky. The broken spear became an arrow, piercing through the gale without