When the pairs of crimson eyes appeared in the grey fog, the five body-refining cultivators could feel a chill run down their spines. There were too many of them. With a rough estimation, there were at least eighty of them, and the five body-refining cultivators soon became their targets when they entered the grey fog.

This wasn’t normal, and Ding Lei’s face instantly became pale. Only the Dragon-Blooded Demonic Corpses' eyes could be seen, not their bodies.

“Go!” Jin Ao said without an expression on his face.

“W-We can’t see them at all. So how are body-refining cultivators supposed to deal with them?” Ding Lei stuttered. When he felt uneasy, Chen Xiuhai and Huang Kun didn’t hesitate to charge forth.

“I… I’m backing out…” Ding Lei said in a trembling tone as he slowly retreated.

“Do you think you have a choice now?” Jin Ao sneered as he formed a seal and pointed forth.

Suddenly, Ding Lei discovered that he couldn’t move. The Flame Dragon Saint Armor was like a cage that imprisoned him. This made him even more uneasy, and he yelled, “W-What’s going on? I-I can’t move…”

“Haha, that’s right!” Jin Ao laughed and undid the seal on Ding Lei before sending the latter into the depths of the...