Buzzz! Buzzz! Buzzz!
Terrifying spiritual energy howled through the surroundings. The plague qi concealed within the lightning was instantly assimilated the moment it touched the cold, sinister corpse qi. One corpse-qi dragon after another took shape out of thin air, circling through the sky.
As the group pressed farther onward, Beitang Piaoxue's footsteps came to a halt near the direction of the swamp's end.
She looked at the grand formation, whose lightning power had completely vanished, and a trace of shock welled up in the depths of her bewitching eyes.
Refined by the lightning, the numb expressions on White Demon and Qing Ying's faces seemed to gain a hint of liveliness, while their cultivation directly soared to the sixth level of the Body Integration Realm.
Zhao Yun's three corpses had likewise advanced to the fourth level of the Body Integration Realm. The dense corpse qi mixed with their unique abilities exuded an overwhelming pressure.
More importantly, Beitang Piaoxue stared suspiciously at Bai Yu. Though she did not know exactly what had happened, her intuition had never been wrong. It seemed that something within this grand formation was disappearing, and Bai Yu was the one who had taken it away.
Beitang Piaoxue thought it over. Along the way, Bai Yu had not deliberately searched for anything, though the black ruler in his hand did look rather strange.
Yet Beitang Piaoxue understood corpse cultivators well enough. For Blood Corpses to unleash their greatest power, they needed to be controlled by a spirit treasure or immortal artifact. Clearly, the black ruler in Bai Yu's hand was precisely such an item.
But the more Beitang Piaoxue thought about it, the stranger it seemed...
"Finally, we're out of this swamp. If this place had been any larger, this old man truly might not have been