At a certain moment.
As the endless blood corpses approached to the extreme.
"Charge forward!"
"Kill!"
Boom—!!!
The terrifying army of blood corpses instantly collided with the endless cultivators, erupting in an extremely terrifying clash.
The world resounded, terrifying powers wreaking havoc in all directions, shocking to hear.
Ye Xiaofan and the others were also violently besieged, each wielding swords to counter the attack.
A blood corpse leapt high towards Ye Xiaofan, followed by a second, a third, countless others...
In a moment, innumerable blood corpses surged like a tide.
"Not good, we must hurry through, the longer we delay, the more passive we become."
"Brother Ye, can I borrow the Sword Saint's sword?"
Mo Shiyi struck a blood corpse with a palm and spoke urgently.
Everyone had realized that the bones of these blood corpses were extremely hard, not as fragile as imagined, terrifyingly impossible.
