The God King's voice still echoed through the starry sky.
Lin Feng tightened his grip on the Eight-Pattern Heavenly Halberd, refusing to retreat an inch.
The next instant, the enormous vertical pupil narrowed slightly and fired a beam of black light without warning.
The black light spread without a sound, covering the battlefield for a million miles in an instant.
It swept over the wreckage and the bodies of the fallen.
Soon, a charred, mutilated body crawled out of the flagship's wreckage.
Lin Feng recognized Yan Zhan, clad in the armor of the Empire's First Fleet legion commander.
The black light burrowed into Yan Zhan's body. His broken bones rejoined on their own, while a black substance filled in his missing flesh.
Yan Zhan opened his eyes. His hollow sockets held no pupils, only two balls of eerie green light.
He stood up.
Then hundreds upon thousands of fallen Empire soldiers rose one after another.
Across the battlefield, every dead soldier stood again. Black markings covered their bodies, their movements were stiff, and their eyes all shone with eerie green light.
Silence filled the Empire Command Center.
As the signals on the screen changed from "killed in action" to active, everyone's face instantly drained of color.
"Sir, all the fallen personnel have regained their vital signs."
The Deputy Commander stared at the screen, recognizing the foremost signal as Yan Zhan's.
The God King's voice rang out: "I can easily erase the victory you risked your life to win. Now your comrades will kill you for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhan's corpse leaped up and shattered a nearby Empire frigate with a single punch.
The hull broke apart and exploded, its flames illuminating Yan Zhan's face.
The Empire's frontline soldiers froze at the sight.
An officer piloting