Pei Yan stared at the twelve neatly arranged corpses on the ground, all presented to everyone after being summoned by the cultivators of the Immortal Palace.
Upon observing, he noted that the clothing on these bodies was almost identical to that of Yang Xiujin and his group, suggesting they belonged to the same organization. Yet, they had long lost the ethereal elegance they once had in life, even though their corpses had been somewhat tidied by later arrivals.
However, it couldn't conceal their blackened bodies and shocking wounds. Among them was one person with only a torso, headless. Upon seeing this corpse, Pei Yan and others exchanged glances, recalling the head that first rolled out from the dimensional rift.
