"Bring me a corpse."
A Golden Core Expert nodded and barked an order to the disciples below.
Although several months had passed, the bodies of the dead Energy Condensation Cultivators were still kept inside the city, awaiting transport back to their Sects after the opportunities in Wenjin Mountain had concluded.
A quarter of an hour later, the corpse was carried over. Wang Sen landed in front of it. Normally, the blood would have long since drained from the body of an ordinary person who had died months before, but not so with a cultivator.
Wang Sen didn't touch the corpse with his hands. Instead, he pointed a finger, and a bloody hole appeared in the corpse's arm, from which blood dripped.
"Go!"
With a light shout from Wang Sen, the red talisman fell onto the bloody hole, and in just a few breaths' time the whole talisman was thoroughly dyed by the blood, emitting a strange, dark red hue.
