In the Netherworld, beyond the Yellow Springs Sea in the West Continent.
On a land littered with corpses, a vast battlefront now stretched across the earth.
The two armies had divided into opposing camps and faced each other. Their numbers were terrifying to behold. Within two hundred thousand li, ghostly creatures stood packed together on both sides, stretching beyond the eye's reach!
The ghostly creatures stood poised for battle. A large-scale war involving hundreds of millions of them was about to begin.
The two armies stared at each other across a distance of ten li, forming a vast vacuum zone between them.
The surrounding ghostly creatures were utterly silent, all of them standing upon the earth.
Only ten figures stood in midair.
Above the northern ghost army stood Mr. Corpse in a black robe, Heavenly Old, and the Sage Corpse, whose face was identical to Mr. Corpse's.
The hundreds of millions of ghostly creatures below all obeyed the Sage Corpse's commands.
The Sage Corpse obeyed Mr. Corpse's commands. In other words, Mr. Corpse now controlled hundreds of millions of ghostly creatures—this enormous army.
At this moment, Heavenly Old finally understood why Mr. Corpse had never led an army yet could occupy the important post of legion commander. Mr. Corpse did not need to lead an army. As long as he was willing, he could summon an endless army. That was what made him truly terrifying.
The undead legion! This was the terror of the undead legion.
This was the enormous undead legion controlled by the Sage Corpse. On the other side was another undead legion, but it was controlled by seven different people.
The leader resembled Heavenly Old. He was hunched over, somewhat old and ugly, and his eyes radiated an unbelievable light, as if he could not believe that