"Roar—!!!"
The Undead Army's howls, mixed with pain, venomous resentment, and pure bloodlust, instantly tore apart Luofeng Valley's brief silence.
They were no longer Liuyun Sect cultivators, but puppets driven by cold deathly aura and strange black water, knowing only slaughter.
Ignoring the hindrance of their mutilated limbs, they dragged their rotting bodies, brandished rusted weapons, and advanced with stiff yet swift steps.
"Gasp... This..."
Perched atop the eastern stone peak, the Azure Scale Demon King's cold vertical pupils revealed undisguised astonishment for the first time.
Its scarlet tongue flickered rapidly as it sensed the suffocatingly dense deathly aura and resentment in the air. Its voice carried a trace of incredulous confusion:
"We... are the Demon Race that toys with flesh and controls lost souls, aren't we?
"This sinister method of desecrating the dead and reversing life and death...
"No matter how I look at it, it resembles the work of those legendary demonic titans. Just who the hell is this Ling Xuanxiao?!"
"Humph! Playing tricks!"
A massive withered claw slammed down, crushing a small group of undead that had rushed nearby, along with the ground beneath them, into dust.
"It is nothing more than some Evil Cultivation Method that forcibly gathers corpse aura and drives remains!
"Even if he brings them back to life a few more times, they are still nothing but walking corpses. They cannot change their nature as ants.
"My sons, tear these filthy things apart for this king!!"
Under the Demon Kings' furious roars and the demon generals' supervision, the demon tide, whose terror had barely settled, erupted with ferocity once more.
Relying on their numerical advantage and powerful bodies, they began systematically encircling and exterminating this bizarre Undead Army.
Claws tore, fangs gnawed, demon fire burned, and demon arts bombarded...
After the Undead Army's