Fate Lord

Two brawny, bloodless-faced men flew through the air. Yan Wang City lay before them, while countless Corpse Cultivators and Corpse Slaves followed behind.

Whenever Corpse Emperor Hall went to war, it relied on overwhelming numbers. One Corpse Cultivator would command several Corpse Slaves, even dozens or hundreds. Once their cultivation reached a profound level, they could even command thousands of Corpse Slaves.

Xu Zhongsheng had once summoned a million Heavenly Immortal Realm Corpse Slaves. That battle had established Corpse Emperor Hall's position.

"Hmph! You filthy things are here to die again!"

True Martial Great Emperor stood atop the city wall and snorted coldly, his voice like rolling thunder resounding across the sky.

The cultivators and demon soldiers on both sides looked mockingly at Corpse Emperor Hall's Corpse Cultivators.

This was already their fourth invasion. Every time, Corpse Emperor Hall had been driven back by the two Void Wolf Demons.

Boom! Boom!

Two towering figures crashed down outside the city wall like colossal mountains, kicking up dust hundreds of feet high. They were the Void Wolf Demons.

Their savage faces, demon-god-like bodies, and violent, murderous auras made even Yan Wang City's soldiers tremble in fear.

The two Void Wolf Demons rapidly grew larger, rising from a hundred zhang to over a thousand, then five thousand, then ten thousand!

They towered between heaven and earth!

Countless beings had to raise their heads to look up at them.

"So powerful..." Liu Chenxiang muttered, clenching his fists as he stood beside Yang Chan. It was not his first time seeing the Void Wolf Demons display such domineering might, yet he was still stunned.

Yang Chan, however, furrowed her delicate brows. How many times had Corpse Emperor Hall failed already?

Why were they still unwilling to give up?

When she looked again at the two