"The way to break the formation was right behind me!"
"If any of you have the guts, come up and give it a try!"
After the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son, Luan Tang, finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.
Behind him stood that three-meter-tall banner. It was black from top to bottom—the pole black, the flag black. As it fluttered in the wind, faces seemed to dart across its surface. Gloomy winds howled, accompanied by the shrieks and wails of ghosts and wolves.
"Brother Lin, this mountain... won't be easy to climb!"
Chen Yule's eyes narrowed. He had never feared heaven or earth, but after seeing the coffins covering the mountain, he had shown fear for the first time.
But Lin Bai's thoughts were not on this at all. Instead, he looked toward the surrounding mountains, keeping his Asura Dharma Eyes open as though searching for something.
"Wolf Marquis, what are you looking for?" Chu Tinghan noticed Lin Bai's actions and asked curiously.
"Where could she be hiding?"
"She must be somewhere on this mountain."
No one would believe that the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son Lin Bai, who was as lively as any living person and represented the Corpse Refinement Sect as he traveled the world, was actually a Corpse Puppet. The real Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son had never shown himself.
Yi Song thought that, aside from fighting head-on, there was practically no other way!
That way, they might save time and reduce casualties.
A strange, hoarse roar rang out. From a coffin whose lid had been pried open, a corpse dressed in a tattered gray robe sat up. The gray robe hanging from its body was torn to shreds. Its thin frame held no blood, and the flesh on