Watching the Fishmen made of ice and snow drift in through the city wall,
Liu Zhi turned the Soul-Devouring Eye staff in his hand and pointed it toward them.
"Transform them."
At Liu Zhi's command, the ice Fishmen began to change shape, turning into beings resembling Lizardmen.
The transformation required a little more yin energy and cold energy, but Liu Zhi still considered it worthwhile.
At least he found this batch of undead more pleasing to the eye.
Once the transformation was complete, Liu Zhi pointed at the undead who now resembled Lizardmen.
"Go. Bring in every Fishman corpse outside."
These undead were different from the undead already in the city. After being transformed, they were all ordinary undead with no class or level. They would only be assigned classes and have their levels raised after their strength improved.
For now, they were merely laborers in the city.
After sending them outside to bring in the Fishman corpses, Liu Zhi did not descend from the sky.
His attention was no longer on the battle outside.
The fighting outside had all but died down. The remaining heroes were leading their troops in clearing out the last few Fishmen.
When they saw the Lizardman undead emerging from the city, they were taken aback. They had seen Fishman souls drift inside, so why had nothing but Lizardmen come out?
What was more, these Lizardmen were all made of ice, their bodies covered in scales that looked like ice. They seemed rather high-grade.
Some of the heroes had already come over, hoping to see whether these Lizardmen could be turned into troops and put to good use.
This was especially true of the heroes who were Lizardmen themselves. Liu Zhi had never had many Lizardmen under his command, and they could only be turned