The thunder exploded, and even the Demon Cultivators in the distance felt a tingling in their hearts. That was the nemesis of their evil techniques.
To deal with these sinister things, thunder is the best means of suppression, but Chen Nan had more than just thunder.
"Heaven-Burning Flame!"
A golden flame appeared in his palm, then he slammed it onto the ground heavily. The flame rushed across the ground like long serpents, instantly wrapping around several Yin Corpses.
The places scorched by the flame emitted sizzling sounds, and even black smoke rose from them, causing several Demon Cultivators to be backfired, each looking at Chen Nan with terrified eyes.
"Who... who are you really?"
Chen Nan glanced coldly over, and the Shadowless Silk wrapped around his fingers extended again, directly wrapping up the remaining Demon Cultivators. The sharp threads cut their flesh, causing them unbearable pain.
Without the Yin Corpses, their combat abilities were hardly worth mentioning.
