Just as the baleful corpse thought he was safe, such a scene suddenly appeared before him, and a surge of fear rose in his heart.
At this moment, the baleful corpse was indeed just as the young cultivator whose features had reappeared before him had said. With his body injured, he had little magic power left. The secret art that could previously conjure dozens of mid Spirit Severing stage ghost creatures could no longer be used.
What gave rise to his ominous premonition was that his opponent had actually survived that terrifying soul self-detonation. This left him utterly astonished.
His cultivation had reached the late Spirit Severing stage, and his body was extraordinary. He did not believe anyone could match the toughness of his body. Yet even under such circumstances, his body had still been damaged in that terrifying explosion, and his soul had nearly scattered completely.
The young human cultivator before him was merely a peak Integration stage cultivator, yet not only had he failed to perish, his physical body had barely suffered any damage at all.
Sweeping his divine sense over the young cultivator's body, the baleful corpse discovered that the energy fluctuations and aura emanating from his opponent were still incredibly immense, as though he had not suffered much damage in that terrifying explosion.
Upon seeing this, the baleful corpse had no reason to hesitate. He rapidly formed hand seals and cast a secret art, summoning back the four skeletal puppets. As for the mid-stage ghost creatures formed from the distant killing intent, he paid them no attention.
The ghost creatures formed by those secret arts had no souls within them, only a trace of obsession residing in their bodies. As long as he issued a thought, they would carry it out, nearly fighting to the death