"However, you've attracted me. If I were to refine you into a Yin Corpse, you would certainly become a Ghost King,"
Xue Li stared at Su Yie, licked his lips, and sneered coldly.
At that moment, those Yin Corpses also emerged from the thick fog, all of them looking like dried corpses, shakily moving forward, their arms naturally dangling, their clothes tattered and filthy, especially those pairs of empty, bloodshot eyes, which were chilling to behold.
Princess Xiang Yu clung to Su Yie nervously, fearing that those Yin Corpses might attack.
There were hundreds of Yin Corpses marching grandly, giving a terrifying sensation of a night parade of a hundred ghosts.
"Do you want to make a move?"
Su Yie asked calmly. Corpse Ghost King or not, if he dared to strike him, he would also die!
Xue Li sneered and said, "I dare not kill you, but you and I can have a contest."
He had now joined Emperor Su's Sect and knew Su Yie's backing, so despite his impulse, he had to restrain himself.
