The four corpse puppets could be said to be his most relied-upon trump card. Unless he encountered an exceptionally powerful Divine Connection cultivator, he would never have summoned them.
This time, seeing Qin Fengming annihilate He Zhihou in an instant had made Hong Changfei dare not let down his guard in the slightest. Thus, he had immediately unleashed his powerful means.
With the four corpse puppets, he had never taken Divine Connection cultivators seriously.
In all his years of cultivation, there had never been a Divine Connection-realm cultivator who survived beneath the might of his four corpse puppets. In his view, no matter how powerful that mid Divine Connection-stage youth was, it would be difficult for him to withstand four late Divine Connection-stage corpse puppets equipped with powerful offensive abilities.
At the beginning, things had indeed proceeded as he had expected. The young cultivator had been heavily suppressed. Even after the other party had summoned the terrifying Mahayana-stage Heavenly Dragon skeleton, he still had not gained the slightest advantage.
But just as Hong Changfei had been overjoyed, believing that the combined attacks of the four corpse puppets would be enough to annihilate this troublesome young cultivator, he saw the other party suddenly summon a mass of blue-green light mist. In an instant, it dissolved the long spears condensed in the corpse puppets' hands.
He had not merely never encountered such a situation—he had never even imagined it.
To refine the corpse puppets, Hong Changfei had mobilized the Qiong Mountain Tribe to search for and fuse in countless deadly poisons. The toxins carried by the bodies of the four corpse puppets at that moment were enough that, for an ordinary early Divine Connection-stage cultivator, merely breathing in their poisonous aura would nearly strip them of all ability to resist.
He truly