As countless Human Race cultivators watched with bated breath, the Poison Corpse army gathered in one place, vast in scale and formidable in formation.
This was absolutely a force capable of razing Long Cloud Island to the ground.
Fortunately, none of the Poison Corpses made any unusual moves.
Then, in an instant, everyone turned to look in one direction. Amid the densely packed Poison Corpse army, a figure rose into the air. He wore snow-white robes beneath a white cloak, his hood concealing his face and making his true appearance impossible to discern. Yet he was undeniably alive.
Everyone's spirits stirred, and they immediately realized something: this white-clad man had to be the mastermind behind the Poison Corpse army. Otherwise, how could he have emerged from within their ranks?
Among the crowd, Chu Li, who had received Lu Ye's instructions, wore a strange expression as he stepped forward to greet him, accompanied by many Human Race powerhouses.
"Brother Taibai!" When he drew near, he cupped his fist slightly.
The white-clad cultivator immediately returned the gesture. "Brother Chu, it has been many years. Your bearing remains as impressive as ever."
The corner of Chu Li's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Anyone hearing the white-clad cultivator would surely think the two were old acquaintances, but only Chu Li himself knew that he had never met this Brother Taibai before. This was their first meeting, and he had only come because Lu Ye had instructed him to.
His gaze shifted discreetly to one side, where Lu Ye stood quietly among the crowd.
Chu Li was filled with doubt. Could this master of poison control truly be the man before him rather than Lu Ye? In his perception, this man's strength was unfathomable. He was certainly no Clone or Dharma Body.
"Many thanks, Brother Taibai,