Nie Yun did not know what they were thinking, and even if he had, he would not have explained.
In truth, he was not as formidable as they imagined. He merely specialized in a different field.
"Careful!"
After walking a while longer, Nie Yun suddenly stopped.
Only then did Clan Head Wen Tao and the other realize that the black thread from before had vanished, and they had already entered the Eagle Sorrow Realm.
Mist filled the surroundings. It had originally been nighttime, making everything even dimmer. Even though they were Perfected Emperor Realm experts, they could only see a few hundred meters around them; anything farther was invisible.
"The black thread's disappearance means the Corpse King is nearby..."
Nie Yun gave them a reminder.
The black thread had followed the Corpse King here. Since it had disappeared upon reaching this place, that so-called Ten Thousand Year Corpse King could not be far away.
"Hehehehe! You destroyed my Corpse Fetus, so you do have some skill. But now that you've come here, there is only one road ahead—death!"
Before his words had faded, a mournful cackle rang out. The surrounding mist churned, and a woman dressed in red emerged from within it.
The woman had eyebrows black as ink and vivid red lips. Her movements were stiff, and from the inside out, she radiated an eerie air. Yet when the three saw her face, their hair stood on end.
Just as Young Master Hao Qian had said, she looked exactly like Miss Wen.
"You're that Corpse King? Ten thousand years of cultivation is no easy feat. Why come out and harm others?"
Nie Yun looked over.
"What I do is not for you to lecture me about. Since you've come here, don't even think of leaving. All of you, stay