Outside the Floating Sand Ghost Pavilion.
A ferocious-looking figure rushed over from afar, followed by several middle-aged men. Every one of them had a Ghost Conch attached to the back of his head.
After running some distance, the hideous figure deliberately slowed, as though intentionally waiting for the middle-aged men behind him. Only after luring those Ghost Conch-infested men outside the Floating Sand Ghost Pavilion did he finally stop.
Had Lu Feng been outside, he would certainly have recognized these middle-aged men. They were precisely the forces that had hunted him down earlier in Nan Gu Town.
Fen Long and Zi Xiao of the Heavenly Thunder Sword Sect;
Qian Xiao of the Illusory Willow Sect;
Jue Ming and Ji Sheng of the Five Emperors Sect;
All of them had been notable figures within their respective sects, yet now they had become numb and vacant, standing motionlessly as though awaiting the ferocious figure's orders.
Compared to the numbness of those men,
the figure with the ferocious, ugly face also stood blankly outside the Ghost Pavilion, seemingly lost in thought.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the gloomy voice sounded once more, carrying a questioning tone. "What trick are you trying to pull now? Why did you expend so much effort and travel so far to find these 'Spiral Corpses'?"
The softer voice replied meaningfully, "I brought them here, naturally, to deal with those who entered the pavilion."
"Completely unnecessary," the gloomy voice snorted disdainfully. "With the power I granted you, you could easily destroy those humans. Why borrow the hands of others?"
"Besides, those people will never come out of the Ghost Pavilion alive! You are bound to waste your efforts."
"Mind your own business!" The softer voice carried a trace of stubborn pride. "I want to!"
The gloomy voice said nothing