Crack—crack—crack,
the sound of twisting joints resounded, and the lifeless dry corpse finally moved. It slowly twisted its neck, its eyes opening and closing while emitting a deep red blood light, an even grimmer aura of death enveloping it.
"How do you know I'm here?"
The dry corpse spoke chillingly, staring intently at Ye Xuan, a hint of dread flashing in its eyes. It couldn't comprehend how Ye Xuan could find its true form when it had concealed its aura to the utmost.
"Given your cultivation level, ordinary people would certainly be deceived by you, but unfortunately, your tricks are still too naive in front of me,"
the old monk of Pu Du was foolish to the extreme, sacrificing himself to summon the Demon Suppressing Golden Mallet, yet he did not know the mallet was actually your magic artifact, and his entire body's essence qi was devoured by you."
