The peak of the Mountain of Funerals.

When he sensed Su Yi’s gaze, Thunder Monarch Oblivion’s hair stood on end. At the same time, he felt an indescribable sense of humiliation. 

He was a lofty Spiritual Revolution cultivator, stronger than even Fire Demon Lihuo and Old Yao Bone Eater. Thirty thousand years ago, he was a peak expert below the Imperial level.

Yet now, a mere Grain Avoidance cultivator had scared him!

Circumstances had overpowered him. Beneath the suppression of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness, it didn’t matter how vast and far-reaching his powers were. He was still like a lamb to the slaughter, helpless to resist.

When he saw Su Yi stride through the air, Thunder Monarch Oblivion naturally wouldn’t just sit back and wait to die. He immediately bellowed, “Go!”

Boom!

The four thick chains wrapped around the Mountain of Funerals swept forth, and the four chained, ancient corpses seemed to awaken from a long slumber.

Whoosh!

The winged, three-headed, six-armed corpse was the first to take action. He let out a heaven-shaking roar as he suddenly freed himself from his bonds and shot into the sky. His entire body was bathed in surging, unearthly crimson light, and his eyes were bright red. His six hands waved in sync, condensing a blood-colored Buddhist...