Lu Chengyun released his Divine Sense, scanning the crowd once again, but still found nothing.
Among the cultivators present, there were those with profound cultivation, those with exceptional Divine Sense, and a few who were clearly masters of Formation.
But not a single cultivator gave off that eerie and pressing feeling.
None resembled the cultivator who had woven the snare and was steadily closing in on him.
Lu Chengyun shook his head.
It's no use, the matter has reached this point, knowing or not knowing doesn't matter anymore.
A true battle of life and death calls for real strength; minor tricks are inconsequential.
Lu Chengyun looked at Yang Jishan, his eyes revealing a chilling light, and said,
"You underestimate this Corpse King..."
"This Corpse King is mine; no one can take it away!"
"Today, all of you will be buried here!"
"Your flesh and blood will become sacrificial offerings for the Corpse King."
