As their Spiritual Consciousness swept in every direction, the two men's auras leaked out as well. Before long, a powerful presence emerged from deep within the mountains, displaying a terrifying might.
It was precisely the great Core Formation Realm demonic beast Zhao Ziren knew from his memories-the You Mountain Zombie King!
Sensing powerful enemies at its doorstep, it let out a roar that shook the heavens and charged out to defend its territory.
Yet neither man showed the slightest fear at the sight of that menacing figure.
In the cultivation world, wisdom was precious. Sentient beings possessed of intelligence were the true protagonists of heaven and earth. This zombie king was merely a corpse of unknown origin that had, by chance, reversed the natural order to cultivate toward becoming a corpse immortal, with some modest success. Even its intelligence had yet to fully develop. It was truly no different from a wild beast that devoured raw flesh and drank blood. Why should kings such as themselves hold it in awe?
Zhao Ziren said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, you've come from afar as a guest. There's no reason to trouble you with this. Just cover me from the sidelines, and I'll deal with him."
Fang Lin said, "No need. We'll strike together."
"Hmm?" Zhao Ziren was somewhat surprised.
Fang Lin explained, "Our strength makes dealing with this brute easy enough, but if we can outnumber it, why hold back?"
Zhao Ziren nodded slightly. "A very good point! Then let's each spare some attention for our surroundings while we deal with it together."
The two immediately charged forward and attacked the zombie king.
Zhao Ziren slashed his palm through the air. The Black Wind Palm, one of the Nether King Techniques, spread like smoke and dust, blowing a great wave of vapor condensed