The glittering golden Heaven and Earth Manifestation radiated an aura both sacred and deathly still. It lowered its head slightly, its golden eyes gazing at the undead and humans kneeling within the city.
After a long while, the manifestation towering between heaven and earth released a resonant hum, then slowly dissipated into the air. Darkness descended over the world once more.
The Corpse of the Mountain Peak was the first to move its enormous body. It rose from the ground, then threw back its head and unleashed a ferocious roar!
"ROAR!!!"
Beneath the dark, rain-swept night sky, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak's roar drowned out the thunder and overwhelmed every other sound. Afterward, it was as though the entire world had been muted!
All the undead rose to their feet, then stopped moving at once, as though awaiting an order.
Suddenly, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak finally moved. Like a majestic mountain turning around, it swung its body about and strode heavily toward the outskirts of the city.
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
Every step the Corpse of the Mountain Peak took shook the earth, and with each footfall, part of the undead army inexplicably sank into the soil.
There was no need to worry, however. They would not die at all. Most corpse-type undead could burrow underground, and the ground beneath the Ancient Capital was riddled with tombs. These corpses burrowed back to their own graves, ready to emerge and hunt for food as usual the following night.
The departure of the Corpse of the Mountain Peak seemed to serve as a signal. The other Undead Monarchs led their subordinates away as well.
The Skeleton Nether Lord flapped its Bone Wings, its enormous body soaring into the clouds and vanishing from everyone's sight.
The Ghost Tyrant spread its cloak-like