The explosion of the array shook the entire Immortal City.
The city gate collapsed, and light shot into the heavens.
Within Small Post City, the cultivators who had originally been trapped in the Corpse Tide beneath the black night finally saw a sliver of hope amid the endless darkness. One after another, they surged like a tide toward the collapsed North City.
The cultivators who had once despaired and awaited death also began raising their blades and swords anew, gathering their spells as they fought Corpse Valley's Corpse Cultivators and Iron Corpses while retreating toward the North Gate.
Corpse Valley's Corpse Cultivators were enraged.
Elder Fu in particular no longer resembled the amiable wealthy old man he had been. His expression was vicious, like that of a miserly slave master.
The pen had broken, and the Corpse Slaves he had raised had escaped.
It was no different from carving flesh from his body.
Not to mention that he had been toyed with by the schemes within the array.
He had "cleverly" redeployed his men, only to leave a huge opening for someone else to exploit.
It was truly the greatest humiliation!
"Who... dares ruin Corpse Valley's grand plan? If I catch you, I will make you beg for life but be unable to live, beg for death but be unable to die..."
Elder Fu's tone was sinister.
Young Master Shi's heart skipped a beat. His pupils contracted as he said, "Could it... be that brat?"
Elder Fu looked at him.
Young Master Shi's gaze was cold as he slowly said, "A handsome youth of mysterious origins. He looks too weak to withstand even the wind, yet his whereabouts are elusive and impossible to grasp."
Recalling what he had just seen in Bliss Pavilion, Elder Fu asked, "Young Master, have you