Corpse Demon

It might have originated here, or it might have drawn something over.

Whether humans or Demonic Creatures and Ghosts, they all loved gathering where things were happening.

Qin He then led Wang Tie Zhu and the others in a circuit around the burial hill and found the tomb of the Zhang Family ancestor, who had burst out of the ground.

It was a tomb built of white stone blocks, covering an area as large as three or four rooms. Its center had become a huge pit. Of the massive black coffin, only the bottom remained after the explosion. The surroundings were a complete mess, and even the nearby graves had been affected, their coffins nearly exposed.

"The corpse has already left?" Ma Fei looked around and asked doubtfully.

"It should be where the Killing Intent is densest—up there." Wang Tie Zhu pointed toward the summit of the burial hill. An ocean of Killing Intent burst from the earth, rising straight into the sky before gathering at the mountaintop.

Qin He nodded, and the group turned toward the summit.

The climb grew more difficult—not because of the terrain, but because the Killing Intent was becoming heavier and heavier. It had already far surpassed what a single Corpse Mutation could possibly gather.

Clearly, the Corpse Mutation had triggered the changes in this place.

But Qin He and the others stopped halfway up. Ma Fei could no longer endure it. The fierce washing of Killing Intent left it barely able to stand, its face deathly pale and its legs trembling as it nearly collapsed.

Qin He took a look, then simply stopped and drew a circle on the ground, sealing off the Killing Intent.

They might as well wait halfway up the mountain.

In short, he was not in a hurry.

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