How Can This Be Fought?

Feeling the strength of the aura inside the great hall, Lan Ziyi's expression turned grave.

Earlier, during the great battle of the eight from the Nine Provinces, the Golden Corpse King had only appeared as briefly as an evening blossom, injuring Yang Yuan, but no one had truly known exactly how strong he was, because the scene at the time had been far too chaotic.

Only now, after clearly sensing his aura, did Lan Ziyi realize that this fellow was more than just a little stronger than the three great Corpse Commanders.

Was this still within the scope of the Cloud River Realm?

Even for an Overlord-level existence, this was somewhat exaggerated.

Moreover, if the Golden Corpse King was truly as powerful as what they sensed, then back when the eight of them had been surrounded and attacked by the Corpse Race, he should have had the ability to wipe them all out. Why had he not done so? Instead, after being driven back by Lu Ye, he had not shown himself again.

Perhaps there was some unknown reason behind it?

While Lan Ziyi was still suspecting this and that, Lu Ye beside her had already stepped out and walked forward.

Jujia followed close behind without a word, wearing an air that said even if ahead lay a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, if Lu Ye went, he would follow without the slightest hesitation.

Lan Ziyi could only brace herself and follow.

The doors of the great hall stood wide open like the mouth of a savage beast, swallowing the three figures.

The light shifted from bright to dim. Lu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and swept his gaze across the great hall.

What entered his sight were at least several dozen incomplete corpses scattered about, all