Eight giant dragons roamed the void, their roars spreading outward in wave after wave.
Wherever they passed, aside from a few powerful Corpse Lords who could hold out for a time, the bodies of those weaker juniors in Primordial Spirit form slowly began to stiffen as well.
If it were merely the attack power of the dragon roars, then spread across an enormous Nether Copper Corpse Army like this, with its force relatively dispersed, they could still resist somewhat. But the corrosive power of the Nine Nether Weak Water contained within was simply too terrifying.
Once it invaded their bodies, it seeped everywhere without a single opening spared. For the moment, they had absolutely no means of fending it off. They could only watch the situation within them worsen without end, utterly helpless to resolve it.
The formidable corpse monsters were filled with despair. In their hearts, they all hoped the Corpse Ancestors would agree to Lu Xiaotian's terms. Even if they were going to fight, they should at least let them leave first.
A battle of this level was entirely beyond their ability to interfere in. Even if they could have some effect on Yan Ji, Lu Xiaotian gave them no such opportunity. Forcibly keeping them on the battlefield would only add to the casualties. Before the fighting had even begun, they had already suffered grievous losses.
Lu Xiaotian had previously intended to let them leave, but the Corpse Ancestors had refused, leading to the disaster before them.
In merely a short while, the Nether Copper Corpse Army had already suffered more than several hundred thousand casualties, and that number was still rising at an astonishing pace.
If the three Corpse Ancestors could not stop the other side, then at this rate, in no more than the time it