"Impossible! How can you control 11 undead creatures at the 3rd level of Qi refining? I refuse to believe it!"
But as the desperate wails of the Devil Cultivator roared out, the skeletons rushed out like mad soldiers.
Even if the Devil Cultivator managed to destroy one skeleton soldier, there would only be a swirl in the black mist at Fang Yang's feet before another skeleton rushed out again.
The skeletons slowly started chipping away at the Devil cultivator, with cut pieces of flesh and puddles of blood falling at his feet.
Seeing this, Fang Yang stepped out with a wide smirk on his face and asked,
"How does it feel to slowly die? Are you panicking? Are you in despair?"
Hearing the words he once said being repeated back to him in a condescending tone, The Devil Cultivator was both shocked and outraged and wanted to say something in protest
But before he could move, the Battle Saint Corpse puppet roared.
