Chapter 1297

• “Are you deaf? Can't you hear us?” These people frowned, looking extremely displeased, their murderous intent already gathering.
• “Corpse Demon!” Jinlian Foshen shouted.
• The Corpse Demon, who had been excitedly counting the treasures like a greedy child, suddenly revealed a ferocious expression. His true power erupted. A dense aura of death swept out, and anyone who came into contact with it bled from all seven orifices and died a miserable death.