Song Wen looked at Yuan Hao and Wind Eagle, who had suddenly attacked him, cold light flickering in his eyes.
"I had planned to deal with Xing Wenyao first, then come for you. Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on the road together."
The sea of blood beneath Song Wen's feet suddenly began to contract, transforming into an enormous sphere of blood that trapped the humanoid puppet within.
As the sea of blood receded, twelve black corpse coffins were revealed.
After advancing to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, Song Wen's cultivation was sufficient for him to control this supreme-grade dharma treasure as he pleased.
As Song Wen formed hand seals with both hands, the twelve black corpse coffins began revolving around him.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
Corpse roars rang out one after another from within the coffins.
The twelve black corpse coffins instantly lit up with dim light. The lights melded together in the air, ultimately forming the phantom of a colossal corpse a hundred zhang tall.
Scarlet, bloodthirsty light flickered in the giant corpse phantom's eyes.
It raised both claws and swatted respectively at the enormous green blade and the blue flood dragon.
"Rumble..."
The thunderous blast instantly resounded through the nine heavens.
A green gale swept out, carrying countless blue droplets into the sky and scattering them in all directions.
Gale force and heavy water surged against one another in the air. Violent, chaotic energy swept across the surroundings, leaving heaven and earth dim in its wake, like an omen of doomsday.
Yuan Hao and Wind Eagle mobilized their demon power to resist the sweeping aftershock, inwardly alarmed.
Despite their combined attack, Extreme Yin had emerged completely unscathed. The giant corpse phantom showed no sign of collapsing either.
"A supreme-grade dharma treasure!" Xuanchengzi stared at the