"Palm Thunder!"
Lightning burst from Li Yang's hand, several bolts of electricity crackling through the small pavilion like the chaotic cries of a thousand birds.
The seven red-robed figures charged forward fearlessly, facing the lightning.
Some were already scorched by the electricity, yet they did not slow down.
A battle erupted in the park.
These seven did not possess high combat power and were quickly obliterated by the lightning.
Li Yang removed one of their hoods, revealing a shocked expression on his face.
It was a decaying human face.
It looked as though it had been dead for a long time.
These seven people were actually dead!
Could the dead move?
Li Yang understood; there was an Extraordinary nearby manipulating the corpses.
He frowned and vigilantly glanced around, his Spiritual Power spreading like a spider's web, until he finally discovered it.
A red-robed person was hiding in the woods not far away.
