The Heavenly Silkworm Evil Venerable, along with the Ghost Corpse Sect's Nascent Soul monster, whose body was shrouded in a mass of gray mist, ground his teeth with a harsh crunch.
"How could a Golden Core cultivator possibly wield Yin Chi Ice Mist? Good, very good! How dare those old monsters of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm behave like this!" Seeing the younger members of his sect suffer such heavy losses on the battlefield, the Annihilating Yin Corpse old monster felt not only the pain in his heart but also the sting of humiliation. Before the battle, he had boasted that no matter what the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm did, they would surely achieve a sweeping victory this time—or he would not accept a single shred of compensation from the War Moon Alliance.
He had already made his boast. Now he had kicked an iron plate. In his fury, the Annihilating Yin Corpse struck out with a palm through the air, sending it straight toward Lu Xiaotian.
An endless tide of corpse qi swept forth. Even from dozens of miles away, the War Moon Alliance cultivators felt their hearts pound with fear, dreading that the corpse qi might fall upon them. Wherever it passed, even Golden Core cultivators felt the vitality within their bodies suppressed. As for Qi Refining cultivators, with no one to shield them, they were so terrified they fainted on the spot. The difference in their realms was simply too great, and the Ghost Corpse Sect's crooked methods were especially terrifying to those of such low cultivation.
"Has the enemy's Nascent Soul ancestor made his move?"
Lu Xiaotian had faced attacks from Nascent Soul Cultivators before. This Yin Corpse Palm had an eerie, overwhelming aura, but he had once witnessed a supreme powerhouse like the Dark Nightmare Ghost King.