The Necromancer's Slave Stockpile

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Necromantic Apprentice, Li Ziran quickly made his way along the road toward the back of Corpse Mountain.

The farther he went behind Corpse Mountain, the fewer mosquitoes and insects there were. By the time he reached the mountainside, he could barely see any rotting corpses.

The ground beneath his foot was hard as iron, like stepping on ordinary marble. Of course, this was not stone. It was still made of corpses.

It was simply that all the blood and fluids within the corpses had seeped away, leaving behind nothing but pure leather-like skin and bones. After being specially compressed by necromantic magic, they had formed these Bone-Flesh Fusion Blocks, as hard as solid rock.

These fusion blocks were extremely sturdy, the essence of the entire Corpse Mountain. They served both as the foundation of the Mage Tower and as raw materials for Necromancers to create sufficiently tough and powerful Undead.

The fusion blocks naturally formed a rugged mountain path that wound upward. In the distance stood a six-story Mage Tower.

The Mage Tower took the shape of a hexagram, corresponding to the six directions of Corpse Mountain. Centered around its six points was a circular ring. Countless tiny bone ants were scattered around the ring, wandering aimlessly within it. As they moved, streams of pale crimson energy gathered from all directions, condensed into substance, and collected within the spherical core at the center of the Mage Tower.

Corpse Energy!

This was the Corpse Essence naturally produced when corpses had fully fermented and all elemental power had been expelled.

Necromancers only needed to process this energy slightly for it to become Necromantic Power capable of making corpses move. Without exaggeration, this entire Corpse Mountain was the true source of strength for those Necromancers.

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