C487 The Spiritual Race

Whiz, whiz, whiz...

Whizz, whiz, whiz, whiz...

The figures of Martial Cultivator from the three sects and Zhan Tianming quickly shuttled back and forth in the Spirit Burial Mound. Those jagged and strange rocks became blurry, as if they were flying backwards.

And behind them, a large number of dried corpses were crazily chasing.

Behind those dried corpses