King of Dead Silence

"Nothing, nothing. I didn't say anything. You heard wrong."

Well, this was beyond saving. Yang Mu slapped his forehead. With those words out, it would be a miracle if Martial Ancestor didn't suspect something was up.

The next moment, their lord flashed before Anthony, seized him by the throat, and shook him violently.

"What exactly is going on? Explain yourself!"

Anthony rolled his eyes from the shaking and pointed at his neck, signaling that he couldn't breathe. Fighting was one thing—at least give him some air.

But while the two were fooling around, a multitude of sharp auras rose from within the seal.

Large numbers of lifeforms above the Fourth Order rushed out.

"Enough messing around. Something big is coming out."

Yang Mu's Undead Legion directly blocked the exit, defeating every undead that emerged and tossing them into the Floating Island to replenish the legion's strength.

These Fourth-Order undead were clearly only the vanguard. Behind them, even higher-order undead were continuously flying toward the exit.

Clearly, after dying, these beings had lost the ability to break the seal. They had been trapped inside by the seal meant to protect them, and Tian Jue and the others' actions had undoubtedly set them free.

Judging from the seal's design, there had to be Eighth-Order beings inside. They just didn't know how many.

Martial Ancestor released Anthony, coughed once, and quickly resumed his solemn, serious expression as he watched the countless undead pouring from the exit.

Ordinary undead naturally did not require him to act. Even Seventh-Order Undead did not. This was merely a plane; even if it possessed Eighth-Order beings and had thus gathered a great number of Seventh-Order Undead—

Yang Mu had even more undead. He already had over two hundred Seventh-Order Undead under his command, including three Pseudo-Eighth Order beings,