Ye Qiu's entire body hair stood on end, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Before him was a figure sitting upright, eyes wide open, staring at him with a terrifying gaze.
Ye Qiu was uncertain whether this was truly a corpse; it somehow felt alive.
He dared not move as the aura emitted from this figure was more terrifying than any he had encountered, including Ji Batian and Mu Zun. He dared not step forward, as the surrounding aura might blow him away.
"Terrifying..." Ye Qiu was shocked, unable to fathom the martial artist's level, feeling like a small ant before a towering mountain.
After a long moment, Ye Qiu calmed himself and dared to move slightly. He stepped backward instead of forward, confirming it to be a long-dead person whose aura still lingered, warranting respect and awe.
Ye Qiu dismissed the idea of placing the corpse into his Sumeru pouch. Though it was just a corpse, it felt unsafe; fearing any eventual incident if he stored it, he'd regret it.
