God's Agent

White Hair Trench.

Cang Xu inspected the group of undead creatures before him.

Skeleton archers, skeleton warriors, various kinds of fish ghosts, a small number of zombies, and the largest in size, a Legendary-level ghost ship.

No matter what they were, they were sealed by Zhou Zhang's divine arts, motionless like sculptures.

Undead Spell—Undead Bloodline Detection Spell.

Cang Xu cast spells continuously, his gaze sharp.

He patiently compared them against the bloodline chart, picking out targets related to the Hanging Corpse Tree blood meridian from these undead life forms.

Although they are all subordinate bloodlines of the Hanging Corpse Tree, and most are very far from the Hanging Corpse Tree's bloodline location, many drops make a flood, and they can also allow me to grow.

The Hanging Corpse Tree blood meridian truly deserves to be of Saint-level rank. Even a 1% increase—no, even 0.1%—can bring about an obvious change in me.

Although Cang Xu had not changed in appearance, he had already advanced by leaps and bounds in essence.

Not only was his mage level Silver-level, but his bloodline was even as high as Saint-level; only the concentration was lacking.

Yet this was already enough to make Cang Xu feel satisfied and pleasantly surprised; his life had opened up a new pattern.

Cang Xu meticulously selected and picked out the undead creatures suitable for enhancing his own bloodline, piling them up at the right-hand exit of this small valley.

This undersea small valley was not far from the gathering place of the Mei Lan Cultists, making it very suitable for hiding troops.

Zhou Zhang had also arranged quite a few extraordinary individuals here, acting as guards while concurrently serving as jailers supervising these undead lives.

Watching Cang Xu continuously cast undead spells and single out undead creatures one by one,