"Spirit Grass?"
"What do I need that for? What I want... is your corpse."
Splurt!
The three corpses below suddenly rose, their claws like knives, piercing through the loose cultivator's chest in an instant.
Blood splattered, and Yang Qiu took a deep breath, as if he had smelled a peerless delicacy.
"The third one... barely usable."
His fingers moved slightly, and in the next second, the freshly dead loose cultivator's corpse stood up straight, green ghost flames burning in its eye sockets, joining the corpse puppet army.
"Still need nine... no, twelve more."
The young man muttered under his breath.
Wang Fu and other cultivators from Lingyin Sect's faces changed, as there were exactly twelve disciples from Lingyin Sect entering the Luoxiao Grotto Heaven!
"Damn it, our sect is at war with Duqing, most true and core disciples have gone to Qi Kingdom..."
Wang Fu muttered in his heart, looking worried.
