Chen Changming carefully distinguished the auras of those Fusion Realm cultivators. Most were at the first layer of the Fusion Realm, and only ten were at the second layer of the Fusion Realm.
Not one was at the third layer of the Fusion Realm.
His brows rose slightly, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved upward.
To Chen Changming, a group like this posed no threat whatsoever.
His own body-refining combat strength had long since become comparable to that of an ordinary third-layer Fusion Realm cultivator. If he used a trump card like a Profound-Heaven Spirit Treasure, even third-layer Fusion Realm cultivators would be no match for him.
Though these people had come in an imposing rush, in his eyes, they were nothing more than a disorderly mob.
So Chen Changming decided to see just what this group was after by entering the Cold Abyss Secret Realm.
A few breaths later, Chen Changming could clearly make out the Fusion Realm cultivators at the very front.
Dead people?
Seeing these old men all dressed in burial shrouds, their faces pale and expressions cold, wisps of decaying deathly aura emanating from their bodies, Chen Changming could not help being somewhat stunned.
His pupils contracted slightly, and a chill rose up his spine.
Those faces were withered and ashen, their eye sockets sunken, their lips dark blue. Dark markings resembling corpse spots were even visible on their skin.
Yet their eyes were eerily bright, like two dim ghostly flames embedded in their sockets, making anyone who looked at them feel uneasy.
Clearly, these people had all died before, but for some unknown reason, they had come back to life, then all entered the Cold Abyss Secret Realm as though answering some summons.
For the Yin-Yang Fruit? That seems unlikely...
Chen Changming shook