After hearing Luo Bingxin's account, the hearts of the Four Great Corpse Kings, which had lain silent for thousands of years, began to beat once more.
More precisely, the Vengeance Flame began burning in their hearts again.
"So, you no longer serve the Immortal King?"
Han Ba's voice had become much more normal, and it was easy to hear just how serious she was at that moment.
"Uncles and aunts, Bingxin knows full well that the only person one can rely on in this world is oneself. Bingxin does not expect you to stand with me and help me settle my personal vendetta amid this chaotic age, but I hope that, for old times' sake, you can help me kill Lin Yi and seize his Divine Artifact."
"Niece, we are deeply grateful."
Luo Bingxin's words did not move the four ancient super zombies.
Their souls had been eroded by that monster long ago, and they had already lost the emotions humans ought to possess. How could a few words from Luo Bingxin possibly move them?
What they saw instead was a chance to vent their rage.
By design, the more flesh and blood the Four Great Corpse Kings Devoured in a short period of time, the stronger they became. For all these years, they had been trapped in this place where they could not even sense the passage of time. The frustration in their hearts was beyond words.
They had obediently remained in this Netherworld place before because the Gods of All Heavens still held the Three Realms and Six Paths firmly in their grasp. Now that they knew the Three Realms and Six Paths were in chaos, why would they still fear the Gods of All Heavens?
As the saying went, turbulent times produced heroes.
If the Four Great