Feeling the immense pressure suddenly spreading from afar, Qin Fengming, who had been grappling with that withered ghost creature, felt his heart tighten. When he focused his gaze, a trace of gloom instantly appeared on his face.
The enormous black dragon that had suddenly appeared in the air stretched twenty zhang across. Qin Fengming merely glanced at it and felt utterly incapable of resisting. At that moment, the massive demon dragon was already wrapped in a layer of dense black mist.
Within the mist, its solid dragon body resembled black rock and appeared exceptionally tough.
At the same time, streams of black lightning shifted erratically within the pitch-black mist, seemingly ready to shoot out at any moment.
"Hahaha, brat from the Human Realm, let's see if you can still survive unscathed beneath these two powerful attacks of mine. Surrender now, and my earlier words will still stand. Otherwise, you'll fall dead right here."
The Elder Bai hidden within the black mist was also extremely shocked.
That Yin Corpse had been raised by his lineage for tens of thousands of years. Its original body had been the skeleton of a Great Cultivator with peak Ghost Lord cultivation, which had developed a spirit. Later, a Great Cultivator at the peak of the late Ghost Lord stage from his lineage had captured it, erased its consciousness, and refined it into one of the lineage's Yin Corpses through secret techniques.
Although this Yin Corpse's intelligence had been erased and it had no soul residing within it, it consequently had no lifespan to speak of. As long as the person belonged to his lineage and was closely related by blood, they could drive it through the power of their bloodline.
Although this Yin Corpse's cultivation was only at the mid-Ghost Lord stage, even when facing