Mountains stood in clusters, stretching for thousands of miles, shrouded in light-yellow corpse mist.
The fog made the rivers and mountains hazy, and a fishy stench wafted through the air.
Just a whiff of such a smell would cause a normal person's body to rot and die in agony.
At this time, with the arrival of the chariot, the thousand-mile corpse mist began to churn and roll, accompanied by low whimpers.
"Qingcang the Great Demon, your reach is far too long; did you think the Golden Corpse Sect is like those cities that allow themselves to be slaughtered?" a roar resounded, shaking the mountains and causing rocks to continuously break and crumble.
And the corpse Qi grew even thicker.
The Golden Corpse Sect, as the dominant force of a hundred thousand miles of rivers and mountains.
In the past two days, they had also become aware of the events happening within their territory.
Before they could even launch a campaign, their target had come looking for them.
How arrogant!
