"Lian Cang, Wen Liu, you can't escape. Be good and accept your deaths!" Wu Yue sneered coldly at the two, his gaze icy and sinister.
Yet he did not rush to attack. Instead, he took out an array plate and set up the Corpse Baleful Formless Formation again after Lian Cang and Wen Liu had broken it.
The Corpse Baleful Formless Formation stood at the outermost layer of all the formations, concealing the Nine Heavens Origin-Returning Formation and Nether Corpse Purgatory Formation that Song Wen had arranged.
"Wu Yue, what exactly are you up to?" The black-robed female cultivator named Wen Liu fixed Wu Yue with a wary stare and asked in a low voice.
Before her, the flying sword flickered with a cold gleam, poised to strike.
Lian Cang was the same. Flames surged from that enormous pearl, ready to crash down at any moment.
Faced with attacks that could erupt at any time, Wu Yue remained utterly unruffled, calmly controlling the array plate.
Six corpse puppets stood around him, sealing off all six directions—above, below, front, back, left, and right—so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Two of those corpse puppets were the ones Song Wen had given him. Though Wu Yue had not fully refined them yet and could not command them as easily as his own limbs, they were still useful for bluffing and serving as shields of flesh.
"You two fools, disturbing Senior Yang Yu's cultivation? You're simply seeking your own deaths. Hahaha..." Wu Yue threw back his head and laughed.
"Senior?"
Lian Cang and Wen Liu immediately turned uncertain and alarmed, obvious panic appearing in both their eyes.
By then, Wu Yue had successfully restored the Corpse Baleful Formless Formation.
He commanded the corpse puppets at his side and was about to