Returning to the Abyss that shared a plane with the Douluo Continent, Jiang Hai felt his long-buried memories and emotions surge back like a tide.
The faces of old acquaintances appeared in his mind, one after another.
Rumble!
The blue earth began to thunder, interrupting Jiang Hai's thoughts.
An enormous herd of horses approached, their hooves rolling like thunder. Yet not a scrap of flesh existed on their bodies, and blue soul flames flickered within their cold white skeletons.
Undead Horses were creatures rarely seen even in the Abyss. Or rather, they were not purely abyssal creatures, but beings that combined the abyssal and the undead. Their combat strength was modest, only comparable to Soul Grandmasters on the Douluo Continent. What made them troublesome was that, as long as their soul flames did not go out, they would almost never die, no matter how grievous their injuries.
Undead Horses were also among the finest warhorses in the abyssal army: fast, undying, and, most importantly, plentiful enough.
Thousands upon thousands of Undead Horses galloped across the broad plain, forming a swiftly moving forest of white bones that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The charge of the Undead Horses meant little to Jiang Hai now. Over the past year, he had encountered far more dangerous situations throughout the Abyss. At the most perilous moment, millions of abyssal troops led by an abyssal sovereign at the Ninth Rank Demigod level had surrounded him, yet he had still carved out a path to survival.
Compared with ordinary Soul Masters, the unique nature of his Copper Coffin Martial Soul and the corpses within it gave him a nearly inexhaustible supply of soul power. Even so, after that battle, he had needed more than ten days to recover fully.
Facing the army of