Meanwhile, Ding Buxing stood at the edge of the Spring Night Ghost Grave.
The surroundings resembled the netherworld, with gravestones everywhere, towering ancient trees, and dense undergrowth.
Ghostly mist swirled through the area, and the sunlight was so faint that he could barely make out anything a few dozen feet ahead.
The occasional low growls drifting from the mist sounded like vengeful ghosts weeping in the night, leaving one deeply unsettled.
Facing this group of extraordinarily ferocious refined corpses, Ding Buxing was frantic with anxiety. He appealed to the ring on his hand for help:
"Elder Pan, the situation is dire. These refined corpses not only possess boundless strength, but are also proficient in spells. What should I do?"
Elder Pan's steady voice came from the ring. "This is what makes our cult's Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Mystic Art so powerful. It allows refined corpses to cast spells.
"What's more, there is said to be a special kind of refined corpse that carries the aura of the living and even retains the powerful spells it possessed in life."
At this, Ding Buxing's heart tightened further. "Elder Pan, do you have a way to counter it?"
Elder Pan sighed. "Of course not. This is one of our cult's Twelve Heavenly Arts, and it even ranks among the top three. How could it be easily countered?"
Ding Buxing's brows knitted tightly. "Elder Pan, how are we supposed to venture farther into the Spring Night Ghost Grave, then? These refined corpses are like things possessed. They kill any living creature they see."
At that moment, Ding Buxing was fighting desperately against several refined corpses, led by none other than a silver-armored corpse.
Had Qing Chen seen it, he would certainly have found it familiar. This was a Si Snake Puppet at the silver-armored