By the time Rus Wang and Chen Xiaoyue reached the site of the Living Corpses in the Northern Wasteland, Thranduil and the others had already joined Isaiah in dealing with all of them, leaving nothing but corpses scattered across the ground.
"Is there any chance these Living Corpses could be revived after being attacked with the power of a specific attribute?"
Rus Wang asked Chen Xiaoyue. As a local from the Ancient Plane, she was the best person to consult about dealing with the trouble caused by the Ancient God Realm.
"Heavenly Power wielded by someone with a Yang Spirit Root can kill them outright. In your world, that would probably mean beings like the Heavenly Sun Dragon or someone with an Angel Martial Soul. Otherwise, unless the formation's core is destroyed and the Living Corpses are completely cremated within a short time, they'll revive before long."
Rus Wang thought for a moment, sensed something, then clenched a claw at a spot in the distance.
A huge mountain shattered in an instant as Rus Wang crushed it from afar.
"Is the formation's core there?"
Rus Wang asked to confirm.
"Right there."
Chen Xiaoyue nodded at the sight.
On the ground, Isaiah watched the unfamiliar dragon shadow that had merely reached out with a forelimb, yet crushed an entire distant mountain. Then she looked at the Ferocious Beast beside her, bowing its head in reverence, the Dragon Race members lowering their heads, and the Elf kneeling on one knee.
She was drenched in sweat.
"My god?"
Even her Soul Spirit was just as awestruck.
After finishing all that, Rus Wang fixed her eyes on Isaiah. The Angel Martial Soul's two pairs of wings had their feathers standing on end in fright.
"She seems rather special?"
Chen Xiaoyue knew that the Elves