The Saints’ Corpses!

The sudden scene made Ye Chen stop in his tracks.

His gaze was fixed on the corpse that had attacked him earlier, "A saint's corpse?"

Brilliant light shone from the dead body. He was like a god, exuding extreme suppression, as if he wanted everything to submit to him.

If Sect Master Lei Xing and the other supreme leaders were present, they would definitely be crushed to death by the terrifying pressure.

"I'm not afraid even if you were alive, let alone a little bit of your so-called energy remnant after you died!"

Ye Chen scoffed coldly. Subsequently, there was a faint divine radiance surging on his body. His skin and bones turned crystal clear at that moment like a holy body.

Then, he resisted the suppression from the saint's corpse and charged forward. He raised his eyes and studied the entire altar.