"Damn it, we fell for it. We really fell for it this time."
"What the hell is going on with this graveyard? Weren't we told there was only one Corpse King in each graveyard? How did five or six show up all at once? Did they come here for a group meeting?!"
"Run! What the hell are you still talking for? If those five or six Corpse Kings catch up with us, we're done for!"
"Where's Xia Ping, that little bastard? Where the hell is he? Why can't we find him anywhere?"
"We only found a scrap of his shirt. We didn't find a damn thing else. He's not here at all."
Half an hour later, a group of senior students came rushing out of the great tomb in a panic. Their faces were filled with terror, blood ran down their bodies, and they were bruised and battered, looking utterly miserable.
Some had even been poisoned by corpse venom. Their faces had turned black and their eyes green; they were on the verge of becoming zombies.
"Quick, quick, take an Antidote Pill! If you're even a moment too late, you'll turn into a zombie!" One senior student hurriedly took a bottle of Antidote Pills from his clothes and handed one to the poisoned student.
The poisoned student quickly swallowed it, which eased the toxins in his body.
These were the pills they always brought when venturing into the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. Without Antidote Pills, anyone poisoned by corpse venom would be done for. Luckily, they had come prepared.
"Brother Xu, what happened? Weren't we told Xia Ping was in the graveyard? How come we didn't even see him?" one senior student asked, clearly displeased.
They had thought they could sweep through the tomb and kill the Corpse King with