Carson Flores stood at the edge of the group, fully resisting the assaults of the undead.
Their attacks weren't particularly potent, but their bones were exceptionally hard.
The incredibly sharp Three Provinces Sword couldn't even cut through their bones!
In front of Carson was a wave-like sea of undead, with fellow cultivators at his back. Carson had never anticipated that someone would attack him from behind at such a moment.
The Wind-Thunder Whip fiercely smashed onto Carson's back.
The radiant Spirit Light of his Purple Mist Garment flared instantly, reducing the ferocity of the Wind-Thunder Whip's blow by a great margin. Though the vicious force didn't injure Carson, it was enough to send the unguarded Carson flying downward.
Below him was an ocean of undead, like a tidal surge!
Carson glanced back and saw, through a gap in the crowd, those eyes filled with murderous intent.
Liam Malone!
