A towering divine hall rose into the sky, and an extraordinarily vast aura instantly spread out. The Baleful Corpse, whose body was already suffering from severe injuries, felt his heart jolt violently. His body moved, and he immediately tried to retreat.
He understood that the young cultivator before him was no ordinary peak Integration stage cultivator.
His earlier advance alone to intercept those mid Spirit Severing stage ghost creatures had definitely not been reckless. He must have had some ulterior motive. Otherwise, he would never have acted so contrary to convention—while the other two cultivators rapidly retreated, he himself had instead charged forward at great speed and approached the center of the explosion.
As for what exactly he intended, the Baleful Corpse naturally had no way of investigating.
But one thing was clear to him: among the three human cultivators, this young cultivator was unquestionably the strongest.
At the beginning, he had merely unleashed an ordinary sword-ray attack. He had used neither a magic treasure nor any other powerful secret art. Yet with only an energy sword ray that could be rapidly activated, he had already held back those mid Spirit Severing stage ghost creatures.
At first, the Baleful Corpse had not taken him seriously. Only now, thinking back, did he finally realize how terrifying the young man before him was.
Looking at the towering mountain-shaped magic treasure revealed before him, he actually felt that it was impossible to shake.
Just as the Baleful Corpse moved, forcibly enduring his pain and intending to retreat rapidly into the valley filled with Baleful Intent, the towering mountain that had just flashed into view suddenly let out a faint hum and vanished from before him.
"Not good!" A cry of alarm rang out. Without the slightest hesitation, the Baleful Corpse forcefully stimulated the