Chen Nan knew that the people of the Nanlu Branch couldn't refine the Black Feathered Chicken, but if those people got desperate and sent the chicken to the headquarters of the Corpse-controlling Sect, things might get out of control.
So he had no choice but to speed up and chase southward.
Fifty miles, for a martial artist of Chen Nan's calibre, was just a matter of minutes.
However, despite having visited the Nanlu Branch before, he didn't know the exact location.
After running about fifty miles, Chen Nan could only search around.
It took nearly twenty minutes before Chen Nan found traces of the Corpse Manipulators in a desolate forest.
It wasn't that he had supernatural vision, but the places where Corpse Manipulators resided were always brimming with gloomy yin energy, emitting a strong scent of death, and the ground was covered with bones—those were the remains of failed War Corpses, rotting away.
