Zhao Fu watched them charge over, a cold smile curling across his lips. He ordered the soldiers to continue retreating while all the City Lords stayed behind.
The many Eastern City Lords did not understand Zhao Fu's intentions. They could not comprehend why the City Lords were not fleeing but had instead stopped, while the army was rapidly retreating.
Zhao Fu raised one hand. The Calamity King's Ring on his finger gave off soul-devouring black light, and the winds and clouds immediately began to churn in disorder.
Boom!
The ten Calamity Knights below raised their black swords and let out a great roar. Ten pillars of black light shot into the heavens, making the entire sky tremble. Vast deathly qi gathered into black clouds, and an enormous black magic formation appeared, carrying an endless intent of death.
Boom! Boom!
Two tremendous explosions rang out as massive amounts of undead aura suddenly erupted from both flanks. Deathly qi surged like a tide, carrying a chill that froze the body as it swept toward the Eastern army.
The expressions of the many Eastern City Lords changed. They realized Zhao Fu's purpose and immediately shouted, "Quick! Form up!"
The numerous soldiers also sensed something was wrong and had already stopped their charge. They quickly gathered together and formed a defensive military formation.
"Roar! Roar! Roar..."
Countless undead let out excited roars as they flooded toward the System army from both sides. From high above, they looked like two black tides charging fiercely at the System army.
After sweeping through four regions, Zhao Fu had amassed quite a few corpses—humans, other races, and beasts alike. He had carefully collected all of them for this very day: to use an undead army to wear down the enemy's forces.
This time, there were six million skeletons