The army of the dead wandering through Tartarus was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.
No, perhaps calling it an "army" wasn't quite right—for Hades, who had once ruled this hell, was dead, and the undead he had commanded had lost control as well. They had once been a legion, but after losing their supreme commander, those countless Undead Creatures had become leaderless wanderers. They roamed aimlessly across Tartarus's constantly collapsing wasteland, blindly crawling about like insects.
But an army of the dead without a leader didn't mean its danger had decreased. On the contrary, precisely because they had lost unified command, the undead were scattered everywhere across the land. Roads that could once have been crossed safely were now occupied by wandering corpses.
Hao Ren and his group looked down at the situation from a highland. Across the plain leading to the Bronze Palace, they saw swaying skeletons and rotting zombies everywhere, along with translucent soul phantoms appearing and disappearing without warning. These seemingly fragile creatures were so numerous that anyone with trypophobia might have killed themselves on the spot. Hao Ren had no doubt that the moment a single undead fell, millions of undead would come rushing over at once. Their group could probably force its way through, but that would unquestionably consume a great deal of stamina and energy. They hadn't even seen the gates of Mount Olympus yet, and already losing eight hundred to take a thousand in Tartarus would hardly be wise.
"Weren't you Demon Hunters supposed to have swept through this place once already?" Heiserana looked at Hassu with some displeasure. "You even charged into the Bronze Palace and killed Hades—how come you didn't clean up these skeletons on the plain while you were at it?"
"No, my comrades killed every Undead Creature they