The Corpse King stood proudly within the formation, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth seeming to mock the cultivators charging in from all sides.
Under the pressure from the ghost cultivators and the Demon Race, Luo Wei, the general of Lingxiao City, led the armored soldiers in forming a battle array and charged into the formation. The cultivators of the Nangong Lineage also sprang into action one after another. Their long swords left their sheaths, sharp sword light flashing toward the Corpse King.
The other Rogue Cultivators also began waiting for an opportunity to strike, and Lin Bai was among them.
However, when Lin Bai entered the formation, he sensed a trace of unease. His mind was in turmoil, especially when he looked at the Corpse King. A thought of fleeing actually rose in his heart, and it kept surfacing again and again despite his efforts to suppress it.
This was no baseless worry. Lin Bai had traveled far and wide, entering the Celestial God Tomb from the Barren Ancient Continent. Along the way, he had endured countless hardships, encountered innumerable experts, and escaped death time and again. Yet never before had anything made him feel as frightened and uneasy as this.
It was as if he had already lost the moment he fought the Corpse King—even before the battle had begun!
Lin Bai had this thought, but he did not know whether the other cultivators felt the same. He only saw the cultivators of the human, demon, and ghost paths unleash every technique at their disposal. Their treasures roared, and their divine abilities and martial techniques battered the Corpse King without restraint, trapping him firmly in place and allowing Xu Shui to summon divine thunder against him.
"We've already come this far. There's no use overthinking