Soon, Long Chen and the others realized that Shi Yang was not calling out to them, but to the direction of the tomb gate behind them.
"Corpse Disaster, what a coincidence!"
Behind the tomb gate, a cold and proud voice rang out. Immediately, Yin Changsheng, engulfed in flames, walked in.
Yin Changsheng appeared—not just alone, but also with thousands of disciples from the Sacred Pill Hall. Likewise, these disciples were all supreme-level prodigies, and elite beings among them.
As soon as they appeared, the temperature in the entire tomb instantly rose. All these disciples were ferocious fire cultivators, flames swirling around them. As soon as they entered, it was as if a torrent of fire surged in, exerting endless pressure.
"Damn it, is a supreme-level prodigy really this worthless now? Where the hell did all this come from? "Seeing so many Supreme experts, Guo Ran couldn't help but feel a deep sense of helplessness.
He possessed the Supreme Arm. Although he couldn't claim to dominate the world, at least he felt he was above his peers, standing out above the rest.
But here, supreme-level prodigies were everywhere, more numerous than dogs, which was a huge blow to Guo Ran.
"It's nothing strange. There are many people here, their auras deep and profound, their souls fluctuating strangely. It's obvious they are sealed prodigies.
It's not surprising that a power, with prodigies spanning hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, all gathered in one era. Yue Xiaoqian said.
A great clan like the demon clan ruling a world has unimaginable foundations. Although so many Supreme prodigies may seem intimidating, given the demon clan's population base, these people should be only a small portion.
The Saint Pill Hall is also an existence passed down for countless years. Fire cultivators value opportunity and the fortune of the times. Many are dissatisfied with their own era, self-sealed, and wait for a better era to awaken—this is not surprising.
Guo Ran found it strange because, in the Nine Nether Hall and the Blood Slaughter Hall, he hadn't seen so many Supreme-level prodigies. He thought the Sacred Pill Hall was the same, but he hadn't expected the Sacred Pill Hall's strength to be so terrifying.
"You're following me?"
Corpse Calamity watched Yin Changsheng's forced smile and unmoving expression, a cold murderous intent flashing deep in his eyes.
"Following you?" There is only one tomb gate in the Sky-Burial Land. Tell me, what counts as not following you? A mocking expression appeared on Yin Changsheng's face. Clearly, he didn't care much about corpse disaster, not even bothering to make excuses.
Clearly, he had followed behind Shi Yang, who led a large group of demon clan experts and was easily targeted.
"This Fusang ancient tree is mine now. As for anything else, I'm not interested." Yin Changsheng immediately recognized the Fusang Ancient Wood. He was a fire-element cultivator, and this wood was something he was destined to obtain, so he immediately revealed his true intentions.
"Such arrogance! Just because you say it's yours, does that mean it's yours?" Corpse Disaster said coldly.
"If you disagree with me, I can kill you all, and then put away the Fusang Ancient Tree." Yin Changsheng sneered.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Yin Changsheng's words enraged the demon clan warriors, who all drew their weapons. The demon clan warriors were notorious for their brutality, and being looked down upon by others instantly fueled murderous intent. With just a word from Shi Xiang, they would fight the Saint Pill Hall experts, fearless of death.
Seeing this, the experts of the Sacred Pill Hall also gripped their weapons, preparing for battle. As top experts of the Sacred Pill Hall, they feared nothing.
"Clap clap clap...
Suddenly, applause rang out, and a figure emerged from the darkness. He appeared silently, startling everyone—his appearance was too eerie.
"Ji Wuming!"
Someone exclaimed, recognizing the man—this was Ji Wuming, the direct disciple of Enpuda of the Bloodkill Hall.
Ji Wuming appeared. He was just a person, without any attendants. Emerging from the shadows, he was like a silent ghost—no one knew how he had appeared.
Ji Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the void, his robes constantly fluttering. His figure shifted between ethereal and solid, as if he could vanish into the void at any moment.
"This Land of Sky Burial can't be just for you two families to share the spoils. I, Ji, am unworthy, but I still want to get a little advantage. Would you be willing to show me some respect?" Ji Wuming looked at Shi Yang and Yin Changsheng and said calmly.
Although he was alone, he was incredibly calm and confident, ready to share the spoils as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Don't look at him, or you might feel a connection." Long Chen said to Guo Ran and Xia Chen.
Now, Ji Wuming's aura had completely changed, his whole being elusive and unpredictable. Even Long Chen's powerful spiritual power couldn't lock onto him.
This guy must have made some terrifying breakthrough again; otherwise, he wouldn't have such confidence, wanting to single-handedly share the spoils with the demon clan and the Holy Pill Hall.
Ji Wuming didn't wait for their conflict to erupt and secretly made money, which showed he had enough confidence to openly take what he wanted.
The moment Yin Changsheng and Shi Yang saw Ji Wuming, their pupils contracted sharply. Yin Changsheng said, "
I didn't expect you to take that step first. I underestimated you before."
Ji Wuming smiled, "I do, but I'm just a little bit ahead of you. Although we're not fully fused yet, compared to you two, we're still half a step ahead. Otherwise, how could I dare to be so bold?" "
Hmph, even if you get to the front line faster than us, so what? The fusion of blood and bone is not something that can be achieved overnight.
Without the support of thick chaotic energy, you can only take that half-step forever, which is completely meaningless.
Now you only need me and a few brothers to help. You only have the chance to run for your life. If you know what's good for you, get lost." "Corpse Disaster sneered.
"What if I don't know how to stand up? So what? A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ji Wuming's mouth, seemingly somewhat nonchalant.
"Don't know your place. The land of heavenly burial is your burial ground." A tall and powerful figure beside Corpse Disaster couldn't help but shout coldly.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, a soft sound rang out, blood splattered, and the tall expert had the back of his head pierced through, his body slowly collapsing to the ground, unexpectedly dead.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked. Ji Wuming's body hadn't moved at all—how could he have killed someone?
You have to understand, that person was the right-hand man of Corpse Disaster, terrifying in combat, yet he was killed so silently.
When people looked at Ji Wuming again, they noticed that, at some point, a gleaming dagger had appeared in Ji Wuming's hand, and it was stained with black blood.
"The skull of the Ancient Evil Corpse is indeed quite tough, but a radish is just a radish. No matter how sturdy it is, it can't withstand a single thorn." Ji Wuming's dagger trembled, and the black blood staining it vanished instantly. Ji Wuming looked at Shi Ai:
"So, how is it?" Do I have the right to get a share of the spoils this time? "
Courting death!"
Shi Yang was furious, arms spread wide, endless corpse energy swirling. He was about to flee in furyAs he made his move, a cold female voice suddenly rang out:
"Who do you think you are, Ji Wuming? Do you think you can escape this time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Nine Nether Rakshasa slowly walked in from outside the tomb gate, also alone.
When the Nine Nether Rakshasa appeared, the previously calm Ji Wuming saw the mark on its forehead. His eyes narrowed instantly, and he uttered four words:
"Asura Mark."