When none of the dozen or so living dead responded, Ye Fei shouted again, "Luo Yuan, I know it's you! I can't think of anyone from our Black Valley Sect or your Sword Pavilion with such strength and methods!"0

"If this Luo Yuan exists, then it must be him!" Fang Boxuan agreed.0

"Luo Yuan, an outer disciple from the Sword Pavilion..." Lu Lingchan's bamboo flute hummed as she said with cold defiance, "I'd like to see what makes someone with more divine sense than me so extraordinary!"0

The others also stared intently below, scanning the faces of the living dead as they tried to identify the hidden culprit.0

Meanwhile, Pang Jian rubbed his temples and quietly shook his head, feeling like he was suffering from an unexpected disaster.0

The murderer is hiding among the living dead...0

He summoned his golden divine sense out of his sea of consciousness and into his eyes.0

Pang Jian examined each living dead with his golden eyes, studying their facial expressions and body to see if he could identify the hidden culprit.0

Even after a careful round of scrutinization, he found nothing unusual.0

There were sixteen living dead, and their expressions, eyes, breathing, and movements were almost identical.0

Unfortunately, Pang Jian's golden eyes could not penetrate their sea of consciousness to see their...0