While a group of cultivators mourned as though their parents had died, Ye Tian and the other two showed not the slightest panic.
If Ji Chang only had this much ability, how could he have become the Tai Xuan Sect's Holy Son?
Sure enough, as the three watched, Ji Chang, whose chest now had a huge hollow in it, coughed. "Cough... cough... I'm fine. The demon corpse was injured by my immortal technique. Attack quickly."
Sure enough, at that moment, the heart in the demon corpse's hand exploded.
In the blink of an eye, a cage of five-colored light enveloped the demon corpse.
Though the demon corpse charged left and right, the light cage merely trembled a few times and did not immediately shatter.
At once, the other cultivators howled as they launched frenzied attacks on the demon corpse.
"Impressive!" Ye Tian could not help exclaiming. "He could still live without a heart. The power of that formation technique is simply too strong! The Tai Xuan Holy Son truly had some skill."
He himself possessed the Golden Body Immortality Technique, and his vitality was exceptionally formidable as well.
However, Ye Tian knew he could not achieve that extent.
At present, he was still flesh and blood. Without a heart, he would face certain death.
People were not cabbages. They could not live without hearts.
At that moment, Ye Tian's group of three, along with several other clever cultivators, not only did not go forward to attack the demon corpse, but instead retreated a few steps in tacit understanding.
Those cultivators who had fallen into fanaticism, bent on killing the demon corpse for benefits, could not be bothered with those "traitors."
In their eyes, it was best if someone did not contribute. There would be fewer people to split the benefits