In that burial ground, the confrontation between Lin Dong and the Earth Corpse had entered a fever pitch.
Lin Dong was surrounded by the golden light of the Wuji Defense Temple, a light as solid as a fortress, dissolving every poisonous technique of the Earth Corpse.
Whether it was "Bone-Eroding Poison Smoke" or Bone-Eroding Flower Dew Rain, neither could penetrate this sacred barrier.
The Earth Corpse's face grew darker, knowing full well that if he could not break through the Wuji Defense Temple, he would be utterly defeated.
So, he slowly took out an ancient wooden box from his clothes' pocket, adorned with intricate carvings that exuded a sense of age and mystery.
"You've forced me, Lin Dong! Dying by my poisonous hand is your honor." The Earth Corpse's voice was low yet filled with menace.
He gently opened the wooden box, revealing a crystal-clear bead inside, its surface flowing with a faint blue light that seemed to contain endless chill and the aura of death.
