"Looks like Sect Master Tang Xiao and the rest of you are quite confident you can take this move of mine."
Seeing this, Wang Zhao's lips curled slightly.
Then, without another word, he slowly raised the Necromancy Scythe in his hand. Yet its blade was not aimed at Tang Xiao or the Grand Elder of Clear Sky Sect, but at the azure sky.
His lips moved slightly.
The magic he was about to cast was called—the Scourge of the Undead.
It was one of Old Yi's signature techniques from long ago.
Its effect was that Wang Zhao could use this magic to open the greatest number of Gates of the Undead he was capable of opening, then frantically summon undead creatures from another dimension. It was a type of mass summoning magic. With it, Wang Zhao could build an enormous army of the undead. It was terrifying beyond measure.
This type of magic usually required the caster to call upon a mysterious space that existed somewhere unknown. It would have been easy enough in the plane of Old Yi's previous life, but on Douluo Continent, even if Wang Zhao knew how to cast it, he might not necessarily have been able to summon undead directly, much less raise an undead army.
But Wang Zhao had Old Yi with him—a terrifying existence who had supposedly once been able to become the God of Death at any moment, someone capable of creating planes on his own. An incomparably reliable cheat.
Back when Old Yi handed the completed Necromancy Scythe martial soul to Wang Zhao, he had also given him the Undead Demigod Plane that would originally have been passed down to Huo Yuhao in the future.
That Undead Demigod Plane even contained terrifying undead creatures of the Ninth Rank, equivalent to Titled