The Demon Cultivators were thrown into a flurry of panic.
The Corpse Vulture had come too fast. Almost the instant they spotted it, it had already loomed over their heads from behind.
Violent Corpse Qi swept in with a thick, nauseating stench that made them dizzy.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Several magical treasures of different colors shot toward the Corpse Vulture. It was the Demon Cultivators' instinctive counterattack, yet they were sent flying away at once.
This corpse's body was so tough that the magical treasures could not harm it in the slightest.
"You vile beast!"
At the critical moment, only He Chuan could make a difference.
Red light blazed from his forehead, rapidly condensing into the shape of a mirror. In an instant, it pierced the void before them. Ripples spread across it, and the oncoming Corpse Qi was immediately blocked.
The Corpse Vulture was equally fierce. Its enormous Corpse Claws reached directly for that mirror.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Those Corpse Claws were black and rotten, their skin and scales tattered beyond recognition, like fur battered by wind, sun, and rain, riddled with holes.
Black bones were visible everywhere, like iron hooks—grim, chilling, and razor-sharp.
Just one glance made the space between one's brows ache faintly.
The Corpse Claws struck the mirror in an instant. The mirror trembled violently, and a tiny crack spread from where the claws touched it, crawling across the entire surface.
The next moment, the mirror exploded with a bang. He Chuan let out a muffled groan, his blood and qi thrown into turmoil by the impact, nearly making him cough up a mouthful of old blood.
However, He Chuan was not the only Demon Cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm. There was also Xie Wei.
Xie Wei was a moment slower