ShiYan’s face looked serious and solemn while his soul consciousness was gathering at his right arm. He attentively observed the transformation of his arm.
Tens of thousands of green silk threads were slowly squirming on his arm as if they wanted to destroy his muscle fibers and smashed down his arm into pieces.
Inside each of the green silk fibers, devilish energy was like a small insect eroding ShiYan’s body, eating his flesh and blood, turning his arm into sparkling white bones.
These forces came from the Hierarchy of the Corpses God Sect Qingming.
At the flank of the Sacred Light Mountain, ShiYan had taken advantage of the three kinds of Heaven Flames, which had been bound with the souls of Yi TianMo’s group, as well as the state where his Profound Qi had been drained, to make QingMing drop his vigilance and ambushed him.
