The rotten, blackened flesh that had landed on him suddenly seemed to come alive. It turned into countless tiny worms that burrowed into the pores of his skin.
His defenses could withstand bullets fired at close range, yet they could not stop these inconspicuous little worms from entering his body.
The man screamed desperately and tore at his own skin, trying to claw the worms out. But nothing he did worked...
The scene was bloody, cruel, and eerie enough to chill anyone to the bone.
Yet Tang Changsheng chuckled. "I see. You really are from the Southern Demon Cult, not those Long-Haired Remnants! This method shouldn't belong to the Moon-Worshipping Cult. It must be from the Old Divine Palace. No, although the Old Divine Cavern excels at refining gu, they know little about corpses. I know—this is the Immortal Cavern..."
The Moon-Worshipping Cult excelled at Corpse Refining, while the Old Divine Palace was unmatched at Gu Refining. The Immortal Cavern was versed in all manner of strange methods, though Ghost Dao spells remained its greatest strength.
That meant these people were probably the last remnants of the Southern Demon Cult. Apart from the Long-Haired Remnants, the finest members of its other factions had all gathered here.
But Tang Changsheng's composure only made the Bronze Armor Corpses angrier. "What are you laughing at?"
"Of course we have nothing to do with those traitors. You ought to worry about yourself instead. You were too stupid, blinded by greed, and walked straight into our trap. Now tell me: do you want us to refine your True Self into a zombie too?"
Tang Changsheng smiled. "This is only a fragment of my spirit..."
Before he could finish, the zombies burst out laughing. One said ominously, "If we had no way to deal with your