Doubts

Chen Luo stood to one side, observing the strength of the two newly created Corpse Puppets.

Their overall performance was fairly good.

Their greatest advantage was their fearlessness of death. No matter who encountered enemies like these, who knew only how to attack and nothing of defense, they would find them incomparably troublesome. Most crucially, the Refined Corpses were covered from head to toe in corpse poison. A brush meant injury; a touch meant death.

The corpse poison on Dao Integration Realm Refined Corpses was even more outrageously potent. Unless one was a poison cultivator specializing in the poison Dao, anyone who saw them would have a headache.

As the dust settled, several wounds had appeared on the surfaces of the two Refined Corpses. The clothes of the Pure Yang Sect Leader and Xilou were also tattered beyond recognition, and the auras around their bodies rose and fell unsteadily. Neither of them had expected that, even after giving their all, they would be unable to deal with the Corpse Puppets in their opponent's hands. If the main body had attacked together with them, wouldn't the two of them have fallen here?!

"There is something wrong with these two Refined Corpses. They carry the aura of living people, and they can isolate my Dao."

"Find the main body first."

Both were Immortal Cultivators proficient in combat, and they quickly discovered the problem with the two Corpse Puppets before them.

"Found him!"

Xilou's spirits lifted.

He had not expected Chen Luo to be so overconfident, actually watching from nearby. Though he had used a divine ability to conceal his tracks, there were always wondrous methods capable of detecting him.

The Immortal Cultivation World had more strange and unusual wondrous methods than one could count, and Xilou happened to know one such technique.