About fifteen minutes later, Lin Bai, Chen Yule, Huang Qingyun, Yi Song, Chu Tinghan, and the soldiers of the Black Tortoise Battalion were all ready. They set off toward the Yin Mountain Formation.
Luan Tang, the Corpse Refinement Sect's Holy Son, sat cross-legged on the altar atop the mountain. He slowly opened his eyes, and the instant his eyelids parted, a sharp gaze flashed out.
At that very moment, all the coffins within the Yin Mountain Formation began to tremble in unison. The runes and Talisman Seals on the coffins seemed unable to suppress the monsters inside. The Corpse Puppets were about to break out!
"Roar!"
Rumble! Rumble!
The next moment.
Countless coffins within the Yin Mountain Formation shattered simultaneously, and one Corpse Puppet after another awoke.
Billowing black smoke surged into the sky, rapidly dyeing the heavens black.
The Corpse Puppets that had burst from their coffins seemed to have received someone's orders. They charged down the mountain, heading straight for Lin Bai, Huang Qingyun, and the others.
"We'll deal with these Corpse Puppets. Seize the opportunity and make use of the time—climb the mountain as quickly as possible!"
The other three nodded one after another. Each unleashed his movement technique and escaping light, vanishing into the chaos. When they reappeared, their figures were already rushing downward from the mountaintop.
"Black Tortoise Battalion, draw your blades!"
Once this art was unleashed, the Corpse Puppets' defensive power rose greatly, as if they had armor covering their bodies.
Lin Bai remembered that inside the enormous volcano, when the woman in white gauze had cast the Nether Art, the Corpse Puppets had gained only a considerable increase in strength and speed. They had not reached the absurd level of leaping across an entire realm.
The soldiers of the Black Tortoise Battalion immediately