In the span of a single night’s rest, they had encountered two groups of walking corpses. The walking corpses held farming tools—shovels, rakes, and the like—seemingly snatched from villagers’ homes. In their hands, these tools had transformed into dangerous weapons.0

“Say what you will, but only in Wilderness Province can you encounter something like this. Quite the eye-opener,” Lu Yang joked with a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. He drew out his Qingfeng Sword, whose blade gleamed under the candlelight.0

Despite the sheer number of armed walking corpses surrounding the ancestral hall, we are almighty Golden Core seniors who can even establish our own minor clans outside and become the founding ancestors of sects. How could we be troubled by mere rural walking corpses?0

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