The woman in white stood atop the city wall, gazing at the devastation left by the catastrophe. Her hands clenched tightly, and her eyes burned with hatred. She silently swore to herself that if she ever had the chance, she would make that devil pay the price and seek justice for the tens of millions of living beings who had died.
What had happened in this region swiftly spread to the real world as well. The horrifying consequences of the Undead Catastrophe's eruption left countless people aghast and terrified.
This Undead Catastrophe was a calamity, practically the same as wiping out an entire region. Whether player factions, wild factions, or even ordinary beasts, few could survive its onslaught. Whoever encountered it would suffer disaster.
Moreover, all anti-Qin factions had once again been uniformly expelled by the four system main cities. No matter how foolish people were, they understood that this was connected to Great Qin. The first time could be called a coincidence, but it had already happened twice. If anyone still called it a coincidence, no reasonable person would believe them.
The Undead Catastrophe had now swept through two regions without showing the slightest sign of weakening. Instead, it was growing ever greater. Thinking of the terrible consequences it would bring, everyone foresaw that a heaven-shaking great calamity was about to occur.
Countless factions, the Hundred Schools of Thought, and every sect and school urgently convened meetings to discuss the matter. Though the Undead Catastrophe had only ravaged two regions so far, they understood how terrifying it was. With such a dangerous disaster brewing, they had no choice but to take it seriously.
If the scale of the Undead Catastrophe exceeded Zhao Fu's expectations, then Zhao Fu's goal would change along with it. It would no longer be merely