Having successfully snatched the Ghost Gate Saliva from the Cyan Sect Master, Qi Yun returned to the skies above the ruins of the Zombie Alliance Headquarters, continuing to lie in wait.
Four or five months had now passed since the collapse of the Zombie Alliance.
After this period of observation, more and more Foundation Establishment Masters began to appear. Their auras, some overt and some hidden, intertwined over this scorched earth, making the atmosphere increasingly treacherous and unpredictable.
After all, the Zombie Alliance had once been an undisputed second-tier top power in the Northwest Cultivation Realm, with a profound heritage.
It was weaker only than the four great titans: the Wuji Holy Sect, the Yellow Springs Netherworld, the Cyan Sect, and Fengduo.
When a whale falls, ten thousand things are born.
Such a once-in-a-millennium gluttonous feast.
Who wouldn't want to seize this opportunity to reap enough benefits and strengthen themselves?
