Drawing on the bones of countless spirit beast corpses, Yin Buzhou's combat strength instantly rose to a terrifying level.
With a sweep of his right hand, a row of bone spikes erupted from the ground, skewering an Elder's spirit beast like a sieve.
Several other Elders seized the opportunity to strike, blasting three powerful Spirit Arts attacks straight at Yin Buzhou.
"Spiritual Energy Burst!"
"Three Realms Fist!"
"Four Arts Unite!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three blasts of spiritual power struck Yin Buzhou simultaneously from different directions. The tremendous explosion kicked up a cloud of dust, swallowing his figure.
"Well done!"
Long Xiaotian took the lead in cheering his people on, even though he knew those attacks might not do much damage to Yin Buzhou.
Sure enough, as the dust cleared, that massive dark figure still stood tall like a pillar.
"Your attacks don't even qualify as a tickle." Yin Buzhou gave a chilling smile and charged straight at Long Xiaotian and the others.
At the same time, a trickle of blood suddenly seeped from the corner of Yin Buzhou's mouth. Powerful though the Corpse-Controlling Art was, its side effects were just as pronounced. The longer this dragged on, the worse things would be for him.
He couldn't help glancing back and cursing inwardly. Bastard! You ran off out of nowhere and left me to hold everything together by my damn self! If you don't get here soon, I'll kill you when I get back!
Naturally, the person Yin Buzhou was cursing was the Demon Gate's Sect Leader, who had suddenly fled.
Seeing Yin Buzhou charging at them, Long Xiaotian spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and immediately formed a battle line with the Ancient Dragon Members. "Young Chen Hao asked us to hold out for a while. We absolutely cannot