The explosion of the Formation shook the entire Immortal City.
The city gate collapsed, and light shot up into the sky.
In Little Post City, the cultivators initially trapped by the tide of corpses in the dark night finally saw a glimmer of hope amidst the endless darkness. They scrambled frantically, like a tide, rushing toward the collapsed north city gate.
The cultivators who had been waiting hopelessly for death also began to raise their swords again, conjuring spells as they retreated towards the north gate while battling the corpse cultivators and Iron Corpses.
The corpse cultivators of the Yin Corpse Valley were enraged.
Especially Elder Fu, who no longer had the kindly appearance of a rich old man, but looked vicious, like a stingy slave master.
The ring was broken, the corpse slaves they reared had fled.
This was akin to gouging out his flesh.
Not to mention, he was also played for a fool by a cunning scheme in the Formation.
