C543 Yuh Qingcheng Who Had Gone Missing

"Ghost cultivator!"

With that thought, Yang Xuan's face twisted into a snarl. His grip tightened, and the branch he held creaked under his growing strength until it finally splintered into small wood shavings.

Only a vile organization like the spectral cultivators, who practiced using human bodies for their cultivation, would emit such a pungent stench.

Yang Xuan's senses sharpened