This time, he could only hope there were knowledgeable individuals within the Immortal Palace's Xuanmen to lend a helping hand.
However, to be fair, this place was quite suitable for his cultivation.
Li Fan had just transformed into a Qiongqi for a moment and could feel that it had recently been dismantled to borrow its bones, nearly losing its life. Its heart was filled with grievances and its belly with hunger, just as the Henghai army had been defeated, and a slew of Nascent Soul cultivators had been killed, making the nearby area relatively safe.
Glancing at the endless sea of malevolent corpses, he knew that sooner or later they all had to be eliminated. Li Fan shrugged his shoulders, transformed back into the tiger form of Qiongqi, and swooped down from the valley like an eagle hunting a rabbit, gliding over the heads of the corpsesea, grabbing a malevolent corpse in one bite and swallowing it with the bones, then began feasting right there.
