That was right. He had become a mummified corpse!
Zhao Nan, the Daoist Master from the Zhongnan Mountains, stared wide-eyed, his face a canvas of terror and disbelief. He seemed unable to comprehend why Li Sanbai had suddenly turned on them. The other two Daoist Masters wore expressions of equal fear. Their mouths were agape as if they wanted to scream for help. Unfortunately, the dead cannot speak.
"Interesting," Xu Lai chuckled softly. "With such a low Boundary, it's impossible to lay a true Spirit Gathering Array. They can only use fresh blood as a catalyst to forcibly create a Pseudo-Spiritual Vein, taking the heretical path."
Dongfang Xun looked baffled, vaguely understanding that Xu Lai was implying there was something wrong with his master's Formation. He hurriedly explained, "Senior, my master is a gentleman. There can't be any problems with his Formations."
