"Then I'd like to see for myself what the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave is capable of!"
Lin Bai raised his brows, the corners of his mouth lifting as a mocking smile spread across his face.
The moment his voice fell, four flying swords shot straight toward the Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave.
The razor-sharp sword radiance tore through the firmament, and space shattered inch by inch along its path.
The Saint Son of the Yin-Yang Sect's expression shifted slightly. He hurriedly widened the distance between himself and the Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave, retreating to the side.
When faced with Lin Bai's flying swords, the two Saint Sons had originally stood on the same side, yet they instantly fell apart.
The Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave hurriedly gave the Corpse Pouch at his waist a light tap, and one dried corpse after another flew out from within.
In the blink of an eye, there were roughly several hundred of them, each corpse possessing strength comparable to the Dao God Peak realm. Although the dried corpses were not individually powerful, they had overwhelming numbers. Moreover, intricate patterns and formation scripts had been engraved upon every one of them. Under the Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave's control, the dried corpses swam through the air, and a formation was about to take shape.
Before the formation could fully form, the four flying swords shot through all the dried corpses like lightning, smashing every one of them to pieces.
After the dried corpses shattered, the four flying swords lost none of their power and charged straight toward the Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Corpse Cave.
"Not good!" Shock repeatedly flashed across the pale face of