Atop Misty Mountain.
Qin Zimo decisively decided to summon the Immortal's corpse.
He looked at the residual terrifying Sword Qi in the air.
He felt a sense of foreboding.
Standing here, he was too close to Ye Luo and the others.
Disciples like Ye Luo who had seen him summon the Immortal's corpse knew that it took time.
If, at this moment, these disciples of the Wayless Sect took direct action against him, it would spell disaster.
Qin Zimo's mind raced with countless thoughts.
In the end, he decided to use the members of the Cultivators Alliance as cannon fodder, to hold off the disciples of the Wayless Sect and buy him time.
It was a good plan.
But just as Qin Zimo was about to give the order, he noticed something.
The disciples of the Wayless Sect didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.
They all just stood there.
As if...
As if they were waiting for him to summon the Immortal's corpse?
Did they look down on him that much???
Qin Zimo fell silent.
