At that moment, Huo Yuhao looked at the corpse before him and heard rustling sounds coming from around him.
Then purple energy began appearing from all sides, rapidly spreading through the surroundings.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao immediately sealed off the space around himself, preventing the energy from drawing near.
At the same time, the corpse, which could not have been any deader, actually rose from the ground.
The purple energy now filled in its broken body, while an intense purple suffused its hollow eyes. There was no life in them, only a certain vacant dullness.
Looking at all this, Huo Yuhao realized that what stood before him was not Wu Jie. Thinking over what had happened since he arrived here, a conjecture arose in his mind.
Just then, the corpse before him began making a sound. "Life..."
The instant its voice faded, a disturbance swept through this space. Terrifying energy began flowing through the surroundings, followed by waves of purple mist surging in from every direction.
Huo Yuhao dared not hesitate. He immediately put some distance between them and swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand. In an instant, several spectral Demon Scythes appeared behind him.
As he swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the spectral Demon Scythes behind him slashed out in every direction.
The spectral Demon Scythes instantly collided with the purple mist. The sound of clashing energy rang out, and Huo Yuhao shattered the body before him completely with a single strike of his Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Countless strands of purple energy were absorbed by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and the images that had appeared before his eyes earlier appeared again.
But those images vanished in a flash, while the battle before him was not yet over.
After the Rakshasa Demon Scythe shattered the corpse, nothing about