The wisp of Divine Sense controlling the Iron Corpses spiraled out of control.
All nineteen Iron Corpses crashed to the ground and began to burn silently, ceasing all movement.
"What a Divine Technique!"
The deathly pale young man raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing across his features. His gaze, now fixed on Fang Cheng, had grown solemn.
A dark, cyanotic tinge flashed across his face before vanishing. He glanced at the Poison Gu in the corner and said with a faint smile, "I am half-human, half-corpse. I have no fear of poison."
Fang Cheng frowned to himself.
Just then, a tremendous clap of thunder echoed from outside. The Yin Qi in the Yin Pool began to boil, then suddenly surged toward the sky!
The wide sleeves of Fang Cheng's robes billowed and snapped as if caught in a violent gale.
The Li Family Cultivator's expression dimmed, a look of sorrow crossing his face. With a soft sigh, he reached out and made a grasping motion toward the center of the Yin Pool.
