Four corpse puppets suddenly appeared in front of Zhan Yihan, blocking his way.

Zhan Yihan curled his lips coldly, raised his hand and waved the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. The four corpse puppets had no resistance. They didn't even have time to scream and disappeared into the sword light.

In just a few minutes, Zhan Yihan came to the opposite side of the bridge. Along the way, there were corpse puppets blocking his way, but it had no effect on Zhan Yihan.

Zhan Yihan stopped and looked at a middle-aged woman sitting not far ahead. Her hair was messy and her whole body was filled with cold and dead spirit. Behind her, there were more than a dozen expressionless corpse puppets standing. It was indeed a demon cultivator.

The middle-aged woman opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with a gloomy light, staring at Zhan Yihan viciously, "You killed my corpse puppet?" She underestimated this secular world, but she didn't expect that there was such a powerful existence here.

"That's right." Zhan Yihan said in a deep voice. This demon cultivator is undoubtedly sure to kill him.

The middle-aged woman stood up from the ground, raised her hand, and a soul-suming banner appeared in her hand, "Since that's the case, then die."

While she was talking, she shook the soul-summing banner in her hand. She saw demonic energy overflowing on the soul-summing banner, and bursts of sharp screams and infiltrating crying sounds. From the soul-summing banner, it seemed as if it came from the depths of hell, and gusts of cold wind rolled around at the same time.

The dozen corpse puppets behind her also rushed towards Zhan Yihan at the same time.

Zhan Yihan stood there motionless. He had already seen the other party's cultivation level clearly. The other party was just a late-stage Jindan cultivator. With such cultivation level, he could kill it with a wave of his hand. He didn't know the demonic energy before. Now that he already knew that those demonic energy were released by the ghost spirits in the soul-summoning banner, what could he have to fear?

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand swept, and the dozen corpse puppets rushed forward instantly turned into nothingness under the sword light.

Seeing that the only remaining corpse puppets were killed by Zhan Yihan, the middle-aged female cultivator was so angry that she broke her eyes, "Rat, I want to kill you and destroy all the people who have something to do with you." These corpse puppets were cultivated with great effort, and now they were wiped out overnight by this young man. How could she not be angry?

The soul-summoning banner in the middle-aged female cultivator's hand was shaken even more violently. The dense ghosts rushed out of the soul-summoning banner with screams, and rushed towards Zhan Yihan.

Zhan Yihan raised his hand and waved a ball of flames, and rushed towards the ghost spirits that rushed up. In an instant, screams erupted, and countless ghost spirits were swallowed by the flames.

Seeing this, the middle-aged female cultivator frowned, then turned around and wanted to escape. She had already realized that she was no match for the other party, and if she stayed here, she would be in danger of her life.

But before she could run two steps, the middle-aged female cultivator was stopped by an invisible barrier. Her heart suddenly sank, "It turned out to be a formation!" At this moment, only despair was left in her heart.

A ball of flame swept through from behind, and the middle-aged female cultivator had no time to dodge and was surrounded by flames.

"Ah!" She screamed in despair and soon disappeared into the flames.

Zhan Yihan took back the flames, raised his hand to capture the soul-summoning banner that the middle-aged female cultivator fell to the ground, removed the soul-summoning seal on the soul-summoning banner, and activated the soul-summoning banner again.
Chapter completed!