Everyone fell silent.
At that moment, Michael said, "We've already come this far. Are we really going back?"
"If you want to go back, go ahead. I'm not leaving."
"Since you don't dare move forward, then wait here."
The silver-haired old man turned and left the tent.
Kunlun Palace was right before his eyes. He didn't want to wait another moment.
Luo Yan didn't stop him. It was better that Michael was willing to force his way through the formation.
It would be just the thing to let the Chief of Angels gauge the weight of that Divine Beast.
Michael left the camp and strode toward the plain. As he walked, brilliant golden light surged from his eyes.
The light expanded, and a figure shot into the sky from within the golden ocean.
The Chief of Angels had transformed into a Golden Giant and flew toward the far end of the plain.
Michael flew straight over the sea of corpses. At that moment, the Jianmu Walking Corpses on the ground reacted.
The dried corpses that had been wandering aimlessly came to a halt. One after another, they raised their heads and stared at the Golden Giant that flashed over them.
The Jianmu Walking Corpses acted swiftly. Without making a sound, they launched attacks.
Relying on Jianmu's divinity, the Walking Corpses actually unleashed various Mystic Arts, blasting them toward Michael in midair.
Some of the Walking Corpses even suddenly spread a pair of wings from their backs before surging into the sky and giving chase to Michael.
The plain erupted into chaos.
Unlike the Walking Corpses in the stone forest, the ones on the plain clearly had no concept of territory—or perhaps the entire plain was their territory.
Thus, every Walking Corpse on the plain attacked Michael.
The sky instantly became