Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Xiaobai looked back to see a tall and imposing man standing in a cluster of low shrubs not far behind him. This man had a square face, covered with beard-like steel needles.
"That man standing there truly resembles an iron tower!"
Jiang Xiaobai remarked in his heart about what a big man he was, but when he saw the man's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
The man's eyes had lost the spirit that a normal person should have; his gaze was dull and lifeless, as if he were a living corpse.
This was not the first time Jiang Xiaobai had seen such a situation. He was familiar with it; these eyes only appeared in someone who had turned into a Yin Corpse Puppet.
"It seems the people of the Ghost Sect have also arrived."
The appearance of a Yin Corpse Puppet meant that there must be someone from the Ghost Sect nearby.
Jiang Xiaobai felt a gaze shooting at him from somewhere else. He quickly turned around and saw a dark shadow standing there.
