Seeing that he was no match for Xu Qingtong and that no one else was coming to help him, Yin Wanchou steeled his heart and summoned something from his Storage Ring.
It was a dried corpse, roughly eight feet tall. Its exposed skin was dark gold, and long, grayish-white hair hung down over its face.
Xu Qingtong could not help feeling startled at the sight of the dried corpse. Judging by its height, skin color, and other features, it looked like someone from the Demon Realm and closely resembled the Brown Race.
"This dried-corpse puppet of yours shouldn't be something from this realm, should it?"
Yin Wanchou let out two sinister cackles and said ominously, "You do have some knowledge, Fellow Daoist Xu. This dried corpse is indeed not from this realm. As for where it came from, someone will naturally tell you once you reach the underworld!"
"Impressive methods, Fellow Daoist Yin! You can actually refine a Spirit Transformation-level corpse puppet. I'm impressed!"
"Hmph! If I hadn't just used a secret art and my magic power had recovered, how would you ever have had the chance to see such a treasure!"
"In that case, let me see just how powerful this corpse puppet is!" Xu Qingtong said mildly.
"Ignorant junior! I'll kill you today. Perhaps, perhaps I can use this opportunity to break through to the Spirit Transformation Middle Stage!"
With that, Yin Wanchou waved his hand and sent out a Mudra. The purple-gold corpse puppet shuddered, then strode toward Xu Qingtong.
Xu Qingtong knew that ghostly creatures like this often had thick hides and tough flesh, giving them extremely strong defenses, so he put away the Five Elements Divine Seals and summoned the Fengyi Sword.
The Fengyi Sword was a Spirit Treasure, one rank above a Treasure, and