Zombie Scum!

Their predicament was the result of underestimating the enemy.

If they were lucky enough to escape, they would repay today's humiliation and fear tenfold!

Especially those four zombie kings—not one of them would be allowed to escape!

Without further words, the eight scattered once more, each racing toward a different position within the formation. They surveyed the flow of energy below, carefully discerned its channels, and did everything they could to catch even the slightest abnormal fluctuation.

Outside the formation, the four great zombie kings stood at the four cardinal points—east, south, west, and north—still as mountains as they coldly overlooked the movements within.

With a single glance, they had already seen through the Yamas' plan.

Jiang Chen's lips curved slightly, revealing a mocking smile:

"If this were an ordinary formation, your method would indeed be fairly prudent.

What a pity...

The Nine Nether Blood Moon Formation laid by our zombie race is seamless within, without the slightest flaw.

Unless you possess overwhelming cultivation, enough to batter the formation's foundation and shatter its laws, then obediently become premium blood food for our race!

The essence, vitality, and blood of eight Daluo Golden Immortals—tsk, just thinking of it makes one drool!"

At this moment, all four watched everything within the formation intently, waiting patiently.

They were waiting—waiting for the magical power within the eight Yamas to fall below eighty percent of its peak.

Then, they would be completely confident in refining these eight Orthodox Gods of the underworld one by one, extracting their souls and refining their spirits.

By then, their opponents would be fish on the chopping block, with no room left to struggle.

Jiang Chen could not help throwing back his head in laughter, his voice shaking the wilderness.

He had long since lost count of how many of