Huff Huff Huff Huff!
Everyone focused on the 15 black boxes, or rather, coffins.
Streams of black airflow swirled around the coffins, eventually forming 15 pitch-black tornadoes, twisting in the sky like malevolent dragons.
The already dim sky grew even more overcast, giving an apocalyptic feeling.
Gulp!
Whether it was humans or other races.
All Martial Artists swallowed hard, everyone was dumbfounded.
The spectacle before them was simply unbelievable.
Many human Martial Artists gritted their teeth, the bodies in those coffins were human!
Even thinking with their knees, it was clear that Mo Jie had no good intentions.
...
"Mo Jie, using the corpses of Martial Artists to refine gu, aren't you afraid of losing your lifespan?"
In the sky.
Liu Yizhou stared grimly at Mo Jie.
Had this old beast gone mad?
Dark sorcery inevitably requires sacrifice.
And these corpse manipulation techniques generally require a trade of your own lifespan.
