Corpse Puppets Run Rampant, the Path to Spirit Transformation

The sky still held remnants of dark Yin demonic corpse qi, shrouding the heavens.

Below lay utter silence. All traces of living creatures had been extinguished, leaving only the empty, chaotic streets of the Market.

The scattered ruins and broken walls all around showed what had happened here before.

"They're gone! Not a trace of living aura remains. They've all been exterminated!"

Several streaks of light flashed over. After one bald Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator swept the surroundings with his naturally imposing divine sense, terror and wariness appeared on his face as he spoke hoarsely.

The expressions of the others were equally dark and unsightly.

"White Bone Old Devil's conduct, the cruelty of his methods, and the cunning viciousness of his nature... once he breaks through to Spirit Transformation, I fear he truly will bring calamity upon an entire region."

"Only traces of cultivators below Core Formation remain. There isn't a single trace of any Core Formation Cultivator left. They were likely refined alive by White Bone Old Devil into a Corpse Puppet army."

Only those who knew of the era when White Bone Old Devil had once galloped unhindered through the land understood just how terrifying a Corpse Puppet army was.

Nine Nascent Soul-level Corpse Puppets forming the Nine Nether Corpse Puppet Soul-Refining Array were enough to make even Nascent Soul Late Stage great cultivators turn pale at the mention of it, fearing it immensely.

He also commanded over a hundred Corpse Puppets refined alive from Golden Core Cultivators. Under White Bone Old Devil's control, once they formed a Soul Refining Array, even ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators would feel their hearts tremble.

"Report this to the alliance leader at once. This is no longer a battle we can take part in."

Another Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator cautiously