Despite the pain in his body, the world was clear and bright, and everything in the Hidden Dragon Stream appeared before his eyes once more!
Returned?!
Amidst the colorful poisonous clouds, a seductive and enchanting woman let out a puzzled exclamation as she looked at Wang Yu in front of her.
It was none other than Meng Chi True Monarch.
The short sword in her hand had already pierced into Wang Yu's chest, yet this peculiar cultivator didn't immediately die. Instead, his body shuddered, and three puppets emerged.
One of the puppets raised its hand and a Dao Pattern was unleashed. Instantly, the sound of wind whooshed, clouds surged, and in a flash, everyone was enveloped in multi-colored cloud mist, which corroded flesh and sapped blood. The poisonous clouds polluted everyone's bodies, pulling the Yunshan Sect members out of the Illusion Realm!
Are these Corpse Puppets? What's going on with this cultivator? Wait, why is there a Corpse Race aura on him?
