Surprisingly, the battle at the mountain gate had already ended.
The tide of corpses had ceased. The ground was littered with fallen bodies, and the terrifying Corpse King lay dead, pinned to the earth by countless sword auras, its form slowly dissolving into black smoke.
Ye Wuchen stood tall, sword in hand. His white robes were stained with blood, yet his gaze remained as sharp as a blade. Seeing Lu Lei and his companions return, he gave a slight nod. "Once the altar was destroyed, the Corpse King’s strength was greatly reduced, allowing me to gather the power of the sword formation and strike it down in one blow."
Chapter 143