The Fairy Lingxia's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed as she spoke with an air of arrogance, "Zhao Yu, why haven't you made your move?"
Zhao Yu glanced at the Fairy Lingxia, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black Spirit Coffin flew out. The lid of the coffin flew open and the Gold Corpse Emperor walked out from within, sweeping the Fairy Lingxia with an icy gaze, as a fierce aura emanated from its body.
"A Fourth Order mid-grade corpse demon!"
All the present Nascent Soul Cultivators, with their extraordinary experiences, showed a hint of gravity in their eyes after seeing the Gold Corpse Emperor.
Fairy Lingxia herself stepped back several paces, her beautiful eyes filled with dread as she stared intently at the Gold Corpse Emperor, clearly perceiving its terrifying nature.
