Right at this moment, a massive column of black smoke suddenly erupted from a yellowish hill several dozen feet high, about seven or eight miles away.
Golden light streaked over the hill and collided head-on with the black smoke, instantly exploding with a rumbling sound. The black smoke rippled violently, vaguely revealing a pale, tall and thin figure within its depths.
Zhao Sheng showed no expression, pointing a finger into the void. With a flash of light from a talisman, a Thunderbolt Thunderball the size of a basket appeared out of nowhere, falling onto the head of the pitch-black Corpse King in a flash.
The sound of "puff puff" erupted loudly!
A vast array of pale purple Thunder Light poured down, infused with Supreme Yang energy, overwhelmingly engulfing the gigantic Corpse King.
As the Corpse King was baptized by the Thunder Light, its rigid body stiffened abruptly, and a very human-like fear shone in its eyes.
