The endless Abyssal Necropolis Tide had only just begun!
The sky and earth were blanketed; everywhere, ferocious undead creatures returned from outside the Abyssal Necropolis and descended, their enormous howls like those of vengeful spirits echoing all around.
"Hiss!"
Even Ye Xiwen could not help drawing a sharp breath.
The land and sky were filled to overflowing with endless undead, blotting out the heavens and obscuring the sun.
The sky had been veiled by night, while the starry expanse was filled with ghostly dark flames and colossal figures.
Howling, they plunged down and returned to their original territory.
The sight was incomparably shocking. Even Ye Xiwen, who had long grown accustomed to battles involving hundreds of thousands or even millions of experts, was still stunned.
There was no end to them. Tens of billions, perhaps hundreds of billions—he could not tell. As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless tide.
He knew he had still been one step too late. Though vexed, there was no use saying any of that now. He had to charge out—there was no other way but to charge out.
Before he could make a move, countless undead suddenly roared and rushed down from the void, charging straight at Ye Xiwen.
"Carve out a path!" Ye Xiwen gritted his teeth and met them head-on. He threw out a punch, and a vast torrent of martial force swept forth, blasting the entire sky into a mass of wreckage. The undead creatures caught within that space were instantly reduced to a torrent of energy, which Ye Xiwen devoured to replenish the energy expended by his Martial Dao Avatar.
"Roar!"
A powerful undead creature at the Peak Stage of the Life Mystic Realm lunged at him, opening its jaws and spewing endless poisonous mist that