Unlike the demonic corpse, which laughed with wild abandon, all the Nascent Soul cultivators on True Lord Xingyuan's side turned pale.
While controlling the arrays, each of them also brought out two or three magical treasures, and even Spirit Talismans, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Even the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Wang Family and Zhao Family were no exception.
But this was hardly a safe approach. Many Nascent Soul cultivators could control only four or five magical treasures of the same rank at once, and now they also had to divide their attention to control the arrays.
Not only would this make their control over the arrays less precise, but it would also place an enormous strain on their true essence reserves.
The fifth-stage Spirit Talismans they expended also had time limits. These were single-use treasures, not something they could replenish whenever they pleased.
Yet at this moment, no one dared be careless. They had not even seen how Huang Qi had met his fate. That meant if they let their guard down, the Corpse Nether Insect might invade their minds too, devouring their divine sense and turning them into corpse puppets for others to control.
Had fleeing now not meant potentially dying even faster, some would already have given up.
Spirit Transformation treasures were wonderful, but they had to survive to enjoy them.
At this sight, the demonic corpse laughed even more gleefully. Its eerie cackling sounded as though it had been hammered out of bones, grating unbearably on the ears.
Its gaze settled on the Zhao Family cultivators.
The Zhao Family emphasized spear techniques, so its members naturally practiced body refinement as well. Zhao Yunpo was particularly outstanding among those present, with late fifth-stage body-refinement cultivation.
In the demonic corpse's eyes, he was no less valuable