Every undead corpse was riddled with wounds, a clear sign they had fought an incredibly brutal battle in life.
"ROAR!"
High in the firmament, the roaring Residual Souls of Ancient Exotic Beasts—Shengyu, Lu Shu, Zhen, Qilin, Tengshe, and more—swooped down upon the Cultivators who had trespassed into the Secret Realm.
"What in the world is happening?!"
"Run!"
"Don't kill me!"
"Ahhh—!"
"No!"
Shrill, tragic cries rose and fell in succession as one Cultivator after another fell to the undead.
They didn't recognize any of the Cultivation Techniques the undead used. They belonged to no lineage passed down by any of the world's current Sects.
Xiao Mo leaped into the air, invoked a technique with a hand seal, and lightly tapped his finger toward the Residual Soul of a True Dragon.
The True Dragon's Residual Soul froze abruptly. In the next instant, it shattered, dissolving into motes of Spiritual Power that vanished into the air.
Xiao Mo looked down, his gaze grave.
