On top of this corpse mountain, there were over two thousand corpses. In front were archers, who had just drawn their bows and aimed at Lin Yan, spanning the Abyss.
At this moment, the corpse mountain twisted, and one figure after another appeared on top, clad in armor, holding bows and arrows, appearing as a well-organized army.
Their eyes were devoid of life.
Yet they drew their bows, their actions fluid, their flesh still not stiffened.
Another rain of arrows!
Lin Yan took a deep breath and used the Vajra Indestructible Holy Body.
Facing this corpse mountain, he didn't need to use the Great Vajra Incense Fire Divine Body.
Thousands of arrows fell on him but couldn't penetrate his physique at all.
"A crowd of ten thousand, gathered into evil spirits, seemingly huge, but in fact not formidable..."
Lin Yan frowned and said, "Even a casual Human Martial Saint could scatter them!"
