"Master, I'm far too weak. I'm definitely no match for you. Why don't you go after my senior brothers instead?"
"Look at them—they're already overwhelmed. If you go over there, Master, you'll surely be able to subdue them. I'll just be on my way, then."
Yang An spoke to the monk before him. He could sense that this guy's Cultivation Level was indeed in the Corpse Transformation Realm, but he couldn't judge his specific strength. One thing was for sure: he wasn't in the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation like Yang An was.
The monk rolled up the Prayer Beads in his hand, recited "Amitabha," and simply stared at Yang An without a word.
Since the man didn't speak, Yang An took it as tacit agreement.
"Farewell!"
He immediately activated the Light and Shadow Escape Technique and shot into the distance.
But just as his figure reappeared several hundred meters away, a shadow suddenly materialized beneath him.
