"Why have you come?"
Ye Xuan calmly looked at the five Corpse Carriers standing before him like enemies, and asked slowly.
"Who are you?" the Corpse Carriers did not answer Ye Xuan but instead questioned him.
The one who spoke was the last mummy-clad middle-aged man, who stared at Ye Xuan intently, his body enveloped by Corpse Energy.
Ye Xuan glanced at the mummy-clad middle-aged man and said indifferently, "Still stuck at the stage of carrying corpses, your strength is not enough to support you to the end."
Ye Xuan ignored the mummy-clad middle-aged man's changing expression, his gaze landed on the mummy-clad old man at the forefront, and said slowly, "If you have come for the Myriad Spirit Milk, you can leave now, for it belongs to me."
"What Myriad Spirit Milk?" Ye Xuan's words made all five of them pause momentarily.
"Not here for the Myriad Spirit Milk?" Seeing that the five seemed unaware of what Myriad Spirit Milk was, he muttered to himself.
