Swish, swish, swish!
The longsword in Yun Hao's hand was like the stars in the sky, blossoming in numerous points, continuously stabbing into the body of the Corpse-Burying Demon Venerable.
Though it didn't achieve the imagined effect, it still left multiple holes on the opponent's body, with blood flowing incessantly.
Roar!
Suddenly, among the four Corpse Puppets that Chu Yan's trio were battling, one of them seemed to go mad, howling long towards the sky, shaking Feng Yin, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and stagger backward two steps.
And at that very instant, the Corpse-Burying Demon Venerable abandoned Yun Hao, unleashing a punch towards the injured Feng Yin.
Even though Yun Hao's sword was about to pierce his body, he remained indifferent, as if he harbored a great vendetta against Feng Yin.
