A cloud of black mist erupted around the Black Soul Mage.
All of it condensed from the jars covering his body.
Within the black mist, a figure seemed to emerge.
This was the Black Soul Mage's Corpse King.
Corpse Qi surged into the heavens, dyeing even the sky gray.
It was a sickly gray.
Near Precious Cliff, some low-cultivation cultivators immediately sensed that something was wrong.
They found it difficult to breathe, and corpse spots spread across their bodies.
One after another, they began to collapse to the ground.
"Th-this... what's happening?" someone asked in terror.
"Corpse Qi. Someone has been infected by Corpse Qi."
"But we never came into contact with the Corpse King. How could we have been infected for no reason?" someone asked, baffled.
"The Black Soul Mage's Corpse King is different from ordinary flying zombies. The Black Soul Mage himself is not particularly strong, but his Corpse King is terrifying beyond measure."
"Anywhere the Corpse King exists, even the air and spiritual energy in that space will be contaminated by Corpse Qi."
"So even if you have not touched the Corpse King, as long as you share the same space with it, you may become infected."
Of course, that did not mean everyone would be infected.
After all, some people were powerful enough to immediately suppress the Corpse Qi even after it entered their bodies.
As long as they were not attacked by corpse poison, they would be fine.
But those with ordinary cultivation were not so fortunate.
Hearing the explanation, some people who knew their cultivation was weak no longer dared to watch the spectacle and hurriedly retreated.
To them, their lives were far more important than watching the excitement.
The moment this Corpse King appeared, it exuded extraordinary might.
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