Nether Dragon had lingered at SS+ rank for a long time. After campaigning across the Alien Continent and spending some time consolidating his gains, he had finally broken through.
"..." Wujian fell silent at the sight. The Undead Race kept emerging among the enemy ranks, giving him quite a few "surprises."
One more Nether Dragon would not have much impact on the overall battle, but it dealt a considerable blow to their morale.
Especially with that terrifying Emperor Tier pressure pulsing endlessly from him. He felt even more like an Undying Emperor than the real thing...
He was like a toad that did not bite, but still made your skin crawl!
What was more, many Zombie Kings in the opposing camp possessed exceptional talent and the potential to join the Undead Race. They were already on the verge of breaking through.
On the battlefield, a dark shadow was moving at incredible speed. Like a phantom, it slipped behind a Zombie King, then rose and drove its claws through the king's skull.
Blood kept dripping from Little Black's nails.
He stuffed the crystal core he had just dug out into his mouth.
"Now even Brother Ke has broken through. That certain zombie Sister Eight keeps talking about... really might end up being me!"
After the Three Elders, he had been the fourth Zombie King to follow Lin Dong. He had indeed joined the Corpse Nest before Flowerpot.
His desire to break through had now reached its peak.
Little Black's shadowy body rose like flames. His aura grew increasingly intense, as though something within him was quietly changing...
"Roar!"
In the distance, an enraged beast roared. The sound carried for dozens of miles, making the zombies' hearts quail and their bodies tremble.
A furious tide of zombie beasts charged in, including giant