In an instant, Wang Yu broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't know how many living corpses there were here, but even if they were all at the Qi Cultivation Level, if they rushed toward him, he would surely die.
The cultivators in front of him also had pale faces, their legs trembling, almost fainting.
Yet these living corpses merely stretched their necks, quietly watching the cultivator, as if waiting for something, but did not take the next step.
What triggered them, and what are they waiting for?
Since these people appeared in front of him, various details flashed through Wang Yu's mind, and one conjecture after another emerged.
Was it the cultivator's words? Or some action of the cultivator?
Wang Yu squinted and carefully observed everything around the cultivator.
Wang Yu was mature, steady, calm, and careful in both planning and execution. This was the evaluation Lu Qian and the fellow disciples had of Wang Yu.
