Inside the iron coffin lay a sealed Iron Corpse.
An Iron Corpse ranked a level above a Wandering Corpse.
A Wandering Corpse had pale, rotting flesh and Corpse Poison hidden within. Though fierce and fearless of death, it was relatively ordinary in strength, relying mainly on numbers and Corpse Poison to gain the upper hand.
An Iron Corpse's skin was bluish-black, as if cast from iron, and it was far stronger—powerful enough to rival an early Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Refining an Iron Corpse cost more and took longer.
Likewise, controlling an Iron Corpse was more difficult.
Only Foundation Establishment cultivators could rely on Foundation Establishment Divine Consciousness and use a Corpse Control Bell as a guide to control an Iron Corpse with relative stability.
A Qi Refining Corpse Cultivator lacked sufficient Divine Consciousness. If they controlled an Iron Corpse for too long, it could easily lose control and cause a backlash.
That was why Zhang Quan had wanted to sacrifice the bell, borrowing Divine Thought to strengthen the stability of his corpse control.
Mo Hua opened the iron coffin.
An Iron Corpse with blackish-blue skin, an iron-like face, and protruding fangs lay inside with its eyes closed.
Dense Corpse Qi clung to its body, while murky green Corpse Poison flowed through its flesh and blood.
Bai Zisheng gripped his spear, its tip pressed against the Iron Corpse's forehead to prevent it from suddenly losing control and hurting Mo Hua.
Bai Zixi also held a golden longsword and stood beside Mo Hua.
Mo Hua used a dagger to slice open the Iron Corpse's clothes, revealing its bluish-black, sinister chest.
There was nothing on the skin of its chest.
Yet Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
He had indeed sensed the aura of an Absolute Array.
Mo Hua used the dagger to make