Countless dried corpses had already engulfed Di Nantian, and even more dried corpses under Ye Qiu's control kept pouncing on him. One could see that the dried corpses were almost piled up like a mountain, completely obscuring Di Nantian's figure.
Ye Qiu observed this scene. Although each dried corpse was not strong, their sheer numbers were overwhelming, reaching a level where ants could bite an elephant to death.
However, he wasn't sure whether Di Nantian would perish in this sea of corpses.
A huge cluster of dried corpses was glued together, forming a massive semicircle.
Moreover, this semicircle kept expanding.
At this moment, a trace of unease suddenly appeared in Ye Qiu's originally calm gaze, and then his eyes were fixed on the front.
Boom.
An astonishing scene unfolded. The piled-up dried corpses all exploded in an instant, turning into fragments.
In that moment, various bloody remains kept falling from the sky, piece by piece, like raindrops.
