The Ancient Lord...
It was that Ancient Lord.
Zhang Yuan watched Wei Jianxing and the other two get swept away by a lash of the Corpse Chiū's tail. He remained where he stood, rapidly thinking through the possibilities, until he finally settled on the ancient True Lord who had once appeared atop the city wall.
There was no mistaking it.
That Ancient Lord had ties to the Black-Robed Demon King. Those two "people" had previously worked together to kill him outside the city walls. Now, the one who had taught the Corpse Chiū a method of channeling a wisp of mysterious yin death qi out of the Nether Bureau had to be that ancient True Lord as well.
If it was not that ancient True Lord, Zhang Yuan could only pin it on [True Lord Ceased Light Punishes Thoughts] for now.
"What's going on...?"
Wei Jianxing, Wu Qing, and Pan Zhong landed scattered across the ground. Fortunately, they had suffered only superficial injuries, but their expressions turned grim as they watched the Corpse Chiū's body gradually swell.
It clearly had not been this powerful just moments ago.
"This is... the aura of the Underworld-Penetrating Realm," Wei Liu said, her brows knitting together.
If her senses were correct, the Corpse Chiū's strength had suddenly surged because it had received power from the Demon King Palace. Although it would not be able to retain that power afterward, its current increase in strength was very real. In that respect, it achieved the same result as her killing move through a different means.
"The Underworld-Penetrating Realm?"
Wei Jianxing and the others' eyes widened.
Did that mean this Corpse Chiū was a cultivator of the Cavern-Peering Lamp-Kindling Path?
What kind of joke was this? The demons and ghost deities they had encountered before might have