With the Undead Army, the pressure of fighting the Demonfolk would ease considerably, making everything else much easier. Huo Hai did not need to attend the rest of the meeting. His task now was to assemble the Undead Army as quickly as possible.
This place was not far from where Huo Hai had last left his undead. Through the Ghost Insect, he could easily sense a large group of undead creatures somewhere nearby. After Command Headquarters issued its orders, Huo Hai waited another half hour before ordering the Undead Army to make its way toward him.
Meanwhile, the nearby soldiers began collecting the bodies in the area. They found a vast clearing and dumped the corpses there, then hurried away.
Soon, a small mountain of corpses appeared in the clearing. At the sight, Huo Hai shook his head helplessly. "Looks like I'll be dealing with these corpses for a long time."
With so many corpses piled together, the smell was truly more than an ordinary person could bear. Huo Hai could create undead, but that did not mean he liked them. He especially loathed the stench of dead bodies.
Early the next morning, after traveling for an entire day, the Undead Army finally appeared before Huo Hai. Seeing it, he felt utterly helpless. Sure enough, things were just as he had expected. Death spiritual power had some preservative properties and could slow the decay of corpses considerably. But slow decay did not mean no decay at all.
After all this time, the Demonfolk corpses remained unchanged, still looking just as they had before. However, some of the corpses made from ordinary soldiers had rotted badly. The worst had even begun losing arms and legs.
These defective specimens could only be used to produce motes of death spiritual power. Huo Hai