If that "sissy" made a move, even Dong Long would have to be wary.
Then how exactly had Nie Shengkun died?
Before the Dark Guard could finish speaking, Yihua Palace's distinctive silver bell chimes suddenly rang out beyond the hall, accompanied by a jumble of footsteps drawing nearer.
"Senior Sister Xu Qing!"
"What happened?" A translucent phantom floated out from Nie Qianying's sleeve—it was Xu Qing's lingering soul.
With a light wave of her jade-like hand, the hall doors flew open. Two Yihua Palace female disciples, drenched in blood, staggered inside. One of them had disheveled hair and looked especially bedraggled.
"Why have you returned?" Xu Qing frowned. "Weren't you told to secretly watch the Dragon Python Sect's retreat?"
"Reporting to the Saintess!" The leading disciple dropped to one knee, a suppressed sob escaping her throat. "On our way back, we ran into the Dragon Python Sect's group. They... they all..."
"Those dead Dragon Python Sect people came back... back to life!"
!!!!
Suddenly, the Blood Demon Sect member who had been slumped on the ground reflected extreme terror in his eyes. "How did the same thing happen?!"
"What!?"
Elsewhere,
"Just who the hell is this guy?!"
He swung his sword and severed the Blood Python whipped out by "Dong Long." Purple Firmament Divine Lightning exploded around him. "Controlling corpses! One look tells me he's from some evil sect!"
The black-robed man had already leisurely walked to the divine tree's roots. He glanced lightly toward Qin Shaofeng, then merely gave a cold sneer.
Then, with a flick of his finger, a blast of energy struck the back of Dong Long's corpse. In an instant, countless black curse marks surged in through the point of contact, and Dong Long's body abruptly swelled.
A deafening roar—"ROAR—!"
Tore through the night sky.