Looking at the Hell Prison formation ahead, rigid and solemn as one, Zong Shen's expression turned exceptionally grim.
He could tell that these Hell Prison troops possessed distinct undead traits.
Yet they differed somewhat from ordinary undead, clearly possessing better—or rather, more innate—discipline.
Clues to this could be seen from the arrangement of their formation alone.
As derivative troops of [Dark Yama King Ming], all Hell Prison soldiers straddled the boundary between life and death.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that, if King Arthur had not taken them in, given enough time, the Hell Prison faction might have developed into an independent race.
The origins of [Dark Yama King Ming] were also a mystery.
After considering the information provided by the Strategy Module, Zong Shen had his own suspicions, but he did not jump to conclusions.
After all, Endless Continent had long possessed a multifaceted world setting.
Combined with secondary spaces such as demi-planes, as well as all manner of dimensional worlds, anything was possible.
That was also why Zong Shen found none of this particularly strange.
Behind him stood the army under his command.
Most of it consisted of Tier 6 and Tier 5 soldiers.
At his orders, they were swiftly forming orderly ranks.
However, Zong Shen had no intention of sending these soldiers into battle. He remained at the very front, like a reef standing firm against the crashing waves.
If the entire force was an arrow, then he himself was its sharpest tip.
There were no cavalry among the Hell Prison soldiers. At the forefront stood roughly thirty Tier 6 [Hell Prison Great Halberd Warriors].
These tall, formidable warriors wore black helmets and black armor, their bodies completely covered.
Only at the joints of their armor did dim, pale-gray flames flicker.
The flames were