The combined strength of the zombie tree, living soil, and corpsefire was so great that even Holy King Xing Chen felt at a disadvantage.

However, neither he nor Qing Hongchen seemed willing to engage in pitched battle before the snake outer-coffin. The man and tree slowly made their way to the vast gray land on the fringes of the yin tomb as they fought.

Atop the Fire Altar, Yuying awaited the four priests’ response with three small altars floating above the palm of her left hand. Previously, the Wood Altar had been the only one in Lu Yun’s possession, while the Water and Metal Altars resided within the celestial master tomb in the underworld. Xing Chen had paid the tomb a visit and collected the two altars before making his way here.

A misty halo blossomed...