A myriad of rotting corpses, their stench fused into one, gathering overhead into a gray shroud of death; their formation resembling that of martial artists in a battle array, significantly boosting their collective strength. The dense miasma alone was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
In this place devoid of any spiritual energy, even an Innate Martial Artist, who could harness the energy of nature, had only his strength to rely on. This shift in dynamics weakened even the semblance of Divine Skills by one level!
"You beasts want to eat me? Come... try it!"
Hong Zhenxiang licked his lips, his face twisted into a ferocious grin. He had merged with the Demon Monster Crystal Core and processed the Monster Bodies left by Pang Shengwu, which rendered him uncontrollably battle-hungry.
"Conserve the True Yuan, kill with basic physical prowess."