The corpses of the ghostly slaves came in every shape and form. Though they had been eroded by the Abyss for years, their flesh rotting away until their features could no longer be discerned, their builds and shattered armor still vaguely revealed that these ghostly slaves came from different eras, different races, different statuses, and different lineages.
There were Great Wilderness Barbarian Tribes, scum of the Demon Sect, and righteous cultivators of the Nine Provinces.
At Void Gate, Mo Hua had devoured countless records. After entering the Wilderness, he had pored over ancient books as well, so his learning was fairly broad.
At this moment, he could even identify among these ghostly slave corpses certain cultivating races and powers that had vanished from Dao Court history.
No one knew why these people had died.
Nor did anyone know why these races had perished.
But after their deaths, their corpses had all somehow been buried in the Endless Abyss and refined by Martial Uncle into "ghostly slaves."
Ghostly slaves themselves were not frightening.
The foundation of their flesh was not much different from the "walking corpses" refined in Corpse Valley.
Judging by Mo Hua's experience in Corpse Refining, ordinary ghostly slaves were simply ordinary walking corpses.
What was truly terrifying was the pitch-black ghostly thought clinging to them.
On low-grade ghostly slaves, this ghostly thought appeared as a faint vapor.
Once they reached Foundation Establishment, this ghostly thought resembled "corpse water."
On Golden Core ghostly slaves, the ghostly thought had already condensed into substance, curling around their bodies like "ghostly fire," striking fear into all who saw it.
Ordinary Golden Core Cultivators were simply no match for Golden Core ghostly slaves, nor could they possibly be.
Because these ghostly slaves could not be killed by ordinary means.
Even if their heads