A vast mass of gray motes of light gathered together like an enormous bank of dark clouds. Yet Huo Hai knew perfectly well that this was far more than a cloud. It was clearly an exceedingly strange kind of spiritual power.
This was the first time Huo Hai had seen spiritual power brimming with deathly aura. Even demonic energy, with all its negative power, lacked such a terrifying aura of death. Looking at it, Huo Hai felt as though no life could possibly exist within it.
The feeling was truly strange. Could these motes of light have been the reason those spirit beasts had fled earlier? While Huo Hai pondered this, the motes in the air seemed to notice the corpses on the ground. All of them suddenly stopped. Before long, some broke away from the main mass and descended.
The motes fell into the corpses and quickly merged with them. What happened next made Huo Hai's hair stand on end. Those dead bodies actually staggered to their feet. Were they coming back to life?
No, that's wrong. This definitely isn't resurrection. Looking closely at the clearing, Huo Hai discovered to his astonishment that the corpses were still corpses. The horrific wounds on their bodies remained just as horrific. Almost no living creature could have survived injuries like those. How could this possibly be resurrection?
As the mass of corpses staggered upright, the scene was chaotic, yet they made no unnecessary sound. An eerie silence hung over the entire clearing. All that could be heard was the sound of the corpses' footsteps.
"What exactly is this? A virus? Walking dead? Or undead and zombies?" Various extraordinary scenarios that matched what was happening flashed through Huo Hai's mind. He had never thought much of them before, but now that it was