Inside the altar, terrifying Corpse Qi hung thick in the air.
The Lu Family Ancestor had now been refined into a "Corpse King."
Its irises were pitch-black, with a hint of blood-red in its pupils, and within that blood-red lay a thread of dark gold. It looked utterly different from the other zombies.
The Corpse King's Corpse Qi was so dense it was nearly tangible, like gray-black blood coiling around its body.
Its body suddenly swelled. Blood vessels condensed across its previously withered corpse, and it gradually grew burly, reaching over nine feet tall.
Evil power surged throughout the Corpse King's body. Its aura was cold and terrifying, carrying brutality beneath its indifference and a majesty that inspired fear.
Zhang Quan's eyes gleamed with obsession as he muttered:
"Good! Good!"
"Worthy of being a Corpse King!"
"Worthy of being the Corpse King that commands countless zombies. This Corpse Qi, this majesty—it truly is extraordinary!"
"I, Zhang Quan, have not failed the Old Ancestors' expectations, nor disgraced the Zhang Family bloodline. At last, I have refined the Corpse King, the crowning achievement of the Zhang Family's Corpse Path!"
With a thud, Zhang Quan dropped to his knees and kowtowed several times toward an empty patch of ground on the other side.
"Old Ancestors above, your descendant Zhang Quan has brought glory to our name!"
After kowtowing, Zhang Quan rose and took a deep breath. Then he took out that jet-black Corpse Control Bell, neither stone nor wood, neither bronze nor iron, and rang it to command the Corpse King.
At the chime of the bell, the Corpse King's eyes shifted, as though it had come "alive."
At the same time, the iron coffins of the Ten Thousand Corpse Array began to stir.
Their lids flew open. Iron-blue palms stretched out one