Just as the sect alliance squad was on patrol.

Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of humanoid lumps and numerous corpse-white monsters rushed towards their camp in disarray.

"This is the work of the Corpse Refining Sect. Everyone, immediately form a group and retreat to the camp. You two go and inform the sect leader."

The leading elder shouted, and with one hand each, he threw two disciples flying, sending them flying straight into the center.

"Ah, Master Uncle, what kind of monster is this? It doesn't look like what you described."

A disciple of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old said tremblingly.

The young disciples around him were also swallowing hard.

The monsters were all terrifying in appearance, and most of them were completely different from the information provided by the sect, which really frightened them.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to live, go back home." The old man scolded.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples immediately took off running back to the camp, leaving only the old man behind, seemingly at the rear.

He was, after all, the chief elder of a first-class sect, so he wasn't afraid; he was just observing the corpse soldiers.

"These things really don't seem to belong to the Corpse Refining Sect. Could it be that they've developed new weapons?"

He stroked his beard and muttered to himself, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"Never mind, let's grab a weak one and have the sect leader study him."

With a whoosh, just as he was about to rush forward, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly retreated.

"Bang!"

The spot where he had been standing had been blasted open into a large crater.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect the Third Elder of the Tianhai Sect to be patrolling here. Do you think we'll let you have your way?"

Amidst the horde of corpses, a black-robed figure wielding a bow and arrow called out in a hoarse voice, clearly indicating that the previous arrow was his doing.

"Hmph, good will prevail over evil. These corpse soldiers think they can attack our righteous alliance? Wishful thinking."

After saying a few words, the old man quickly left, as the monsters were already rushing towards them.

"Hehehe, these are no ordinary zombie soldiers."

The black-robed figure let out a strange laugh and once again disappeared into the horde of corpses.

Behind the countless corpse soldiers, there were also nearly a hundred figures observing, dozens more than before.

The eight leaders were all elderly men with white hair and beards, three in red, two in gray, two in green, and one in pink. Among these eight, three were in front, and five were slightly behind. Even the former Blood Sect Master could only stand in the middle and rear.

Everyone was observing the patrol teams. Some teams retreated quickly, just like before, while others were too far from the camp to escape back and were instead torn apart by the women...

"Heh heh, these things are indeed slightly more agile and aggressive than our zombie soldiers. Blood Pool, it seems you guys have some brains after all."

A gray-robed, hunched old man spoke, his voice extremely dry, causing those behind him with insufficient cultivation to break out in a cold sweat.

This old man was none other than the oldest patriarch of the Corpse Refining Sect, who had lived for nearly two cycles of sixty years and had turned countless righteous and Western experts into puppets.

"Corpse Owl, releasing your few treasures is pretty much the same as that, isn't it?"

The old man in green robes glanced behind him and said that there were three tall men in gray robes there.

"These little brats don't even deserve it?"

"Old Baldy Mingzhi and Old Monster Chi are about the same."

The Corpse Owl said disdainfully.

"Alright, we've almost surrounded them. Let's go and hold off those old guys."

Blood Pool waved his hand and said, then took the lead and stepped into the air, rushing forward.

The pupils of the people behind them all contracted, but they followed closely behind.

The old man in green robes, who was leading the group, approached the Corpse Owl, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Damn it, did you see that just now? That guy was showing off to us on purpose."

He said, grinding his old gold tooth.

"Damn it, how did Blood Pool improve so fast?"

Corpse Owl also spat out a mouthful of saliva.

The two exchanged a glance, as if they understood something.

"Is he trying to take this opportunity to reach the Innate Realm?"

"Shall we?"

The old man in the green robe gestured as he spoke.

Corpse Owl's expression changed slightly, then he slowly said, "This time, all the high-level corpses will belong to us. Even if they are at the Innate Realm, they won't be able to break through our Corpse Refining Sect. At worst, we can summon the things from our ancestors."

They then distanced themselves, leaving only the old man in green robes standing alone, bewildered in the wind.

"What?

"Then what about my Poison Sect?"

His mind was filled with countless thoughts. Unlike those old men from the Corpse Refining Sect, he didn't have any treasures to fight against innate beings.

With their poisons, they might have a chance of winning if they used them secretly, but openly... wait... poison?

He then let out a strange laugh and headed towards the old man in pink robes behind him.