Man's Imminent Death

"We all have to die!"

The Golden Corpse King's voice was like metal grinding against metal, grating to the extreme. He reached out with one hand, grabbing toward Mu Qingyun, who had been knocked back by him and whose aura was still shaking. On his five fingers, sharp, long nails gleamed with a cold, sinister luster. No one would doubt that those nails alone were enough to rival the top Dharma Artifacts of the Nine Provinces Cultivation World!

He did not know what this group of Humans before him had done, nor did he know the mysteries of the Heaven's Mystery Pillar, but he could sense the changes in the Earth Vein of the Hunyuan Sacred Hall Mystic Realm with perfect clarity.

As one of the four great sacred halls, the Hunyuan Sacred Hall had been the Corpse Race's largest Corpse Nurturing ground since a thousand years ago. It had also cultivated countless outstanding clansmen for the Corpse Race. The reason the Corpse Fiend now had such an enormous Corpse Race army under his command was inseparable from the contributions of the Hunyuan Sacred Hall Mystic Realm.

Yet now, such a place, an existence almost like a holy land to the Corpse Race, actually had its Spirit Veins dried up, and the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth was also incomparably thin.

How could the Corpse Fiend tolerate this?

He had seen the strength of the Nine Provinces Squad clearly and knew how powerful these people were, so he had hidden among the Corpse Horde, waiting for a chance to strike. Though he had gained no kills, he had broken the Nine Provinces Squad's formation, so it could not be considered no gain at all.

As long as he killed one or two of them, he would have the confidence