Chapter 830: On the Brink of Death

"You all must die!"

The Golden Corpse King's voice screeched like metal grinding, unbearably grating. One hand reached out for Muk Qingyun, who had been driven back with his aura shaken, his five razor-sharp, gleaming claws spreading a bone-chilling light. No one would doubt that these claws alone could rival the top-tier Magic Artifacts in the Nine Provinces cultivation world!

He didn't know what these humans had done, nor the mysteries of the Heaven's Augury Pillar, but he clearly felt the changes in the Earth Vein within the Huntian Holy Temple Secret Realm.

As one of the Four Great Temples, Huntian Holy Temple had been the largest breeding ground for corpses of the Corpse Race for millennia, nurturing countless powerful members. The vast corpse army under the Corpse Fiend's command owed much to the Huntian Holy Temple Secret Realm.

Yet now, this sacred site for the Corpse Race had its Spirit Veins depleted, and nature's spiritual energy was shockingly thin.