The golden sunlight shone directly down, making the abandoned temple appear even more withered and yellow.
Cracked branches, collapsed walls, and spider webs crawling over every corner.
On the fragmentary stone statue, a thumb-sized spider held a giant mosquito, the vibrating web quivering.
After a long while, two cultivators in black spirit-blocking robes walked in one after the other, glancing around before showing some disdain.
"The legendary Mad Corpse Fiends are only so-so."
With these words spoken, the air turned exceptionally quiet. After a while, a wave-shaped transparent spirit shield in the corner wavered, and a green-armored corpse emerged.
This green-armored corpse was covered in green corpse hair, its tusks large and thick, exhaling a sinister green gas.
"Have you brought the item?" A harsh, muffled sound emerged from the peculiarly moving lower jaw of the green-armored corpse, as if squeezed out from a door panel.
