The night was dark with a fierce wind.
"Sst——"
Accompanied by a flash of green ghostly light, a black shadow streaking through the night sky plummeted downward, seemingly on the verge of falling into the swamp ahead.
Another faster black shadow swept past, and both the falling shadow and the blood-red flying boat vanished in an instant, leaving everything silent.
Even the insect chirps in the swamp remained uninterrupted.
At an unknown treetop.
A black shadow flickered by, revealing a figure clad in black attire. He illuminated his storage bag slightly and uttered two words indifferently.
"Poor ghost."
He then took out another storage bag, glanced at the neatly arranged corpses inside, and murmured to himself:
"Killing this demon cultivator, I've finally passed halfway with upgrading the [Chaotic Burial Mound] with the 100 corpses of Foundation Establishment cultivators."
