Leading his troops out of the camp, Liu Zhi clearly saw the undead heading toward it.
It was obvious at a glance that they had only just risen. They were still unenhanced undead, with all the raw traits of creatures that had died in the snow.
Most of them advanced slowly as skeletons and zombies, with only a few ghosts floating in the air.
Liu Zhi was already a seasoned Necromancer, and he had also learned many branches of necromancy.
For example, he could now tell at a glance from their bones and appearance how these undead were related.
Judging by their size and appearance, the creatures in this glacier region had grown larger and stranger over time.
At first, they had been about the size of ordinary creatures. But later ones had grown as tall as Tyrannosauruses.
Most had four-legged lower bodies and humanoid upper bodies.
They looked like centaurs or lion-centaurs, but were clearly much larger.
Creatures like these were usually highly mobile and powerful on the charge. With their humanoid upper bodies, they could perform a wide range of actions, making them ideal mounted archers.
Although their movements had slowed after becoming undead, their instincts remained.
As they charged toward Liu Zhi's camp, all these strange creatures advanced in a galloping rush.
What left Liu Zhi most speechless was that some of them had clearly been mortal enemies in life. He could tell from their appearance that they were natural rivals, locked in a relationship of opposition and mutual dependence.
But after becoming undead, they had abandoned their former identities. Now, they were all simply undead.
They had only one goal: destroy Liu Zhi's camp.
Watching the undead swarm press toward the Ancient Tree Camp, Liu Zhi raised the Soul-Devouring Eye staff.
"Prepare for battle. You few,