Where the undead marched, not a blade of grass survived.
"Hehehehe, your reaper is back."
At first, Ma Shuai had gathered several hundred survivors, playing the boss and making them serve him. Now, they hardly mattered.
Hundreds of undead surged toward Mi Ling in a vast procession.
The nearby survivors were terrified at the sight.
"It's that reaper."
The shadow Ma Shuai had once cast over them resurfaced in their minds, sending every survivor he encountered fleeing in all directions. He truly was a reaper.
Not only was he powerful, but his methods were vicious. In his hands, life was worse than death.
Even death brought no peace.
Though Ma Shuai had not appeared for a long time, no one wanted to provoke that monster.
Mi Ling had heard about Ma Shuai too, but three months ago, he had not been particularly powerful.
She had no idea he was her former classmate, either.
Ma Shuai widened his deeply sunken eyes. "Mi Ling, I'm here."
Chen Luo narrowed his eyes at the undead army. So it was this guy.
The foremost user of the undead element, he was an army unto himself, with numerous abilities and tremendous strength.
He was also extremely underhanded and cautious.
Creating undead required the corpses of Esper Ability Users, and he would not even take low-level ones. He had once unleashed an Undead Calamity, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive wherever he passed.
Just how powerful had he been?
Even when the survivors banded together, he had escaped.
At his peak, even ten people of the same level were no match for Ma Shuai. He had too many undead under his command, and his methods were vicious.
Those overwhelming numbers would make anyone's scalp prickle.
But that power came at a cost. Ma Shuai