Chaos Spirit fruit

The expression of the walking dead turned grim, knowing he would die here in the Primitive Mountain if he wasn't careful.

The twelve corpse immortals behind him also received damages of different degrees while more than two thousand self-cultivators died in the process. It was a heavy casualty.

Everyone became more cautious and alert, not daring to walk around freely. 

They kept clear of the godly beast bones as if they were vicious crocodiles or devils. Cautiously, they walked up toward the mountain top step by step.

Qingfeng Li looked back at the walking dead and his people who had been following him, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He murmured to himself, "The damned guy and his twelve corpse immortals are so powerful that they have followed me here."

Noticing Qingfeng Li's gaze, the walking dead looked up with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.