"Damn it! Could Nie Buping have stolen the opportunity and wants to keep it all to himself?"
Fu Junyue, the Empress Yin of Taiyin Island, saw that the place was empty and yielded nothing, immediately looking displeased.
Fu Junyue was a master of poison—her entire body was toxic.
Wherever she went, all vegetation withered.
That's why green veins crawled across her face, making her look extremely bizarre.
"I don't think so; maybe Nie Buping is already dead!"
Ding Changhai, the Hall Master of Yin Yang Hall, speculated.
Because even though there weren't any corpses here, the vast splashes of blood made it clear someone died here.
If the opponent died, then there'd have to be survivors among the Corpse King Sect.
Yet right now, every member of the Corpse King Sect was gone, so obviously, the ones who died weren't their enemies.
It was all the top cultivators of the Corpse King Sect.
"What? Nie Buping is dead? Who did it?"
