Heads with long black hair trailing behind were piled up into a mountain.
——Corpse Pile Mountain.
Siang landed on the mountain wall; immediately, seven or eight skeletons emerged from the mountain body, supporting him and the shadow of his warhorse.
"Arian? Didn't I give you the position of the Family Head? Why would you still come to fight me?"
Siang asked, puzzled.
"Take a wild guess?" Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
He stood before that Human Head Mountain, forming a pincer with Qiong, his expression not the least bit relaxed.
After several seconds of thought, Siang's expression slowly turned icy:
"Wait... you are not Arian... So the curse can't control you, you act only according to your own will, is that it?"
In the fog, Qiong too was staring intently at Wu Xiaode.
Both parties had guessed the answer.
However, Wu Xiaode spoke up:
