What was this supposed to be? A skeleton, a zombie, a puppet, and a mummy?
Some kind of East-West undead convention?
Watching the four undead creatures gathered together as if they were discussing something, Li found himself speechless. He simply could not gauge their strength—or rather, he could not judge them at all if he viewed them by human standards.
"System, why are there creatures like this on the island?"
"Sky-Controlling Ape Demon told you some things. You need to understand that those sealed on this island were not limited to members of the Seven Defiant Demons. There were also many powerful beings, including experts in certain unique fields."
Li naturally understood what the System meant by unique fields. Undead beings were taboo creatures wherever they existed. No living creature would feel any fondness toward the undead. It was life's revulsion toward death, an instinctive fear.
Yet Li became interested in them. It was not merely because he wanted to use them against Aili's reinforcements. More than that, it was simple curiosity. He wondered why four undead beings that so clearly did not belong in the same style had gathered together.
But Li was not about to run over and shout, "Hello, undead friends..."
Without question, there was a ninety percent chance they would attack him.
After giving it some thought, Li decided to observe them first.
The moonlight, which had been gentle before, now seemed somewhat eerie and pale. The four undead wandered endlessly through the swamp, while Li quietly followed behind them. To ordinary cultivators and mortals, this White Bone Miasma was truly deadly poison, but to Li, it was no different from ordinary air.
The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art was no ordinary cultivation technique. While tempering his flesh, it had also strengthened his internal organs to an