The Advancing Corpse Tide (1)

He heard his brother Sun Mang's voice.

Sun Fu turned his head and stared at the Qi Condensation cultivator in front of him with his dark golden eyes. His gaze was cold and terrifying.

In the eyes of young Aura Refining cultivators

The scene in front of him was like hell.

The Zhao Clan's once ethereal hall had long become eerie and terrifying.

Outside the main hall.

The indistinct zombie horde made this young Qi Condensation cultivator's limbs go weak.

"Brat, in order to capture you alive, I lost one of my Zifu Disciples. Tell me, how should I settle this debt?"

Sun Mang inched closer to the Qi Condensation cultivator in front of him and spat out a nauseating stench.

The young Qi Condensation cultivator only took a whiff before he felt dizzy and wobbly.

"It's still so fragile."

Sun Mang frowned." Big Brother…"

Sun Fu nodded.

"Keke!"