Legends of bringing the dead back to life had existed since ancient times, but no one had ever heard of anyone seeing it with their own eyes.
Yet now, everyone saw it for themselves. The slave who had been beaten to death truly came back to life, flipping over and sitting up, brimming with vigor. The shock this scene brought to everyone was beyond imagining. They looked at one another, their eyes full of curiosity, while their confidence in following Zhang Chen to carve out a foundation in the Northern Lands also swelled.
After all, Zhang Chen possessed the means to revive the dead. That meant that even if they were killed, as long as their bodies could be preserved, they would still have a chance to start over. The temptation of that was self-evident.
Everyone crowded forward to inspect the man, questioning him about this and that and repeatedly examining his body. Once they confirmed that he had truly returned to life, thunder after thunder rang out in their hearts, like rolling bolts of lightning exploding within them.
"Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable! If such a method were made known, why would we need to worry that the talented heroes of the world would not come to join our Northern Lands?" Ji Feihua's voice was filled with shock.
Hearing Ji Feihua's words, Zhong Wu Bai was equally stunned. "I thought I had already overestimated him enough, but now it seems that what I saw was merely the tip of the iceberg, not worth mentioning at all!"
"With such abilities, Zhang Chen will surely draw countless extraordinary people from across the world to seek refuge with him. The great rise of our Northern Lands begins today." Zhou Qiucheng's eyes were likewise full of disbelief. He sized up the man from head to