Shi Feng and Jiang Ning left the devastated land behind, distancing themselves from those people.
Still in a colorful world, Shi Feng stood proudly on the bronze chariot, scanning the surroundings. His soul power continued to sense and search in all directions.
The one he was most concerned about in his heart was his disciple, Leng Aoyue! Whether alive or dead, whether present here or not.
Below, a piece of dry, cracked earth bore the marks and erosion of time.
At this moment, with a thought, Shi Feng caused rays of blood-colored light to continually flash up from below the bronze chariot.
"Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl!" Beast-like howling sounds continued to rise from below, as Shi Feng released the Yin Corpse Group from the Blood Stone Stele.
"You possess so many of these death creatures called Yin Corpses?" Jiang Ning suddenly remarked upon seeing so many Yin Corpses appear below.
