This deathly aura is completely different from the usual stench of death, mixed with an extremely special stench of a corpse.
It seems the other party has been dead for a long time.
Yan Xiaohu crouched down and forcefully pulled the black-robed figure out from the pile of corpses, intending to check it carefully.
"So this is where it was!" At that moment, a figure suddenly came whistling from afar.
This was a Nascent Soul Realm disciple dressed in the attire of the Golden Thunder Sect, now filled with joy upon seeing the black-robed corpse.
Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu, to avoid drawing attention, had long suppressed their cultivation to the Golden Core Realm.
"What are your names?" The Nascent Soul Realm disciple deliberately released a powerful pressure, enveloping the two like a mountain, as he sternly questioned.
Yan Xiaohu pretended to be scared and quickly bowed respectfully, saying, "Disciple Zhang San, greetings, Senior Brother!"
