When his Spectral Eye was active, Lu Yun could glean information about the corpses from when they’d been alive. Their identities varied, but they’d all died within Dusk River’s waters. There were mortals, cultivators, and even immortals.

“How can these corpses walk ashore!” Qi Shenghui and the others paled and instinctively took several steps back. The horde of corpses had made them uncomfortable enough from the water. Now that the dead were so much closer, their eerie nature had only intensified.

“Careful, these corpses are intimately connected to the river’s formation. You can’t handle them with brute strength alone!” the old man in red shouted, warily watching as the corpses drew nearer. “Qi Shenghui, Situ Yun. You two hold off the corpses while I set up the amplifying formation for the Path of Ingress! We’ll force our way through!” 

He urgently snapped out his words. They didn’t have much time available to them, only two hours at most. Past noon, the island in the center of the river would sink back...