Song Wen suddenly erupted with towering corpse qi. Thick as ink, it shot into the heavens, staining the bright blue sky black.
The corpse coffin, a zhang long, also appeared. Wrapped in rolling corpse qi, it howled toward Mie Chan.
Mie Chan had long intended to make a move, so he was not caught off guard.
His lips moved incessantly, rapidly uttering one Buddhist chant after another.
In an instant, brilliant golden light burst forth around him.
A thousand-zhang-tall golden body of the Wisdom King slowly emerged behind him.
The Wisdom King's golden body was solemn and majestic, radiating ten thousand rays of rosy light that painted half the sky in magnificent gold and jade.
Buddhist chants resounded through the clouds like great bells and Great Lu, cleansing heaven and earth as though they meant to purify the corpse qi polluting this world.
Mie Chan suddenly pressed his palms together. The Wisdom King's golden body behind him moved in tandem, and a huge golden palm that blotted out the sky descended toward the corpse coffin amid rumbling thunder.
Just as the golden palm and the corpse coffin swathed in rolling black qi were about to collide, the coffin abruptly changed direction. It traced an arc, evaded the golden palm, and returned to Song Wen's side.
At the sight, a smile involuntarily appeared on Mie Chan's fleshy face.
"Yinshuo, since you are unwilling to make an enemy of me, then obediently hand over the fragmentary map..."
Before he could finish, he realized that Yinshuo was not paying attention to him at all, but was gazing toward the left-hand horizon.
Mie Chan knew there had to be something amiss. He had the Wisdom King's golden body retract its giant palm and stand quietly guard behind him.
The next moment, a figure shot