As Deathstroke raised his right hand, he did not even need to speak. The black ring sucked away the surrounding light like a black hole, and a cold, sinister aura instantly engulfed everyone like a tide.
Coldness, darkness, nothingness—a strange yet ethereal power blanketed the entire graveyard like an invisible black veil, casting everything in a gray haze.
In an instant, a rustling sound rose from the once empty, silent cemetery. It grew louder and closer.
It was coming from beneath their feet.
The elderly Old Steward was the first to realize what it was. It was the sound of corpses underground scratching at their coffins with finger bones!
As the noises grew louder, the scratching gradually turned into pounding. Then, amid dense, muffled thuds, hands—some bare bone, others rotten—reached out from the earth.
"This..."
It had not seemed so bad when they were making the plan, but seeing such a sight with his own eyes, Jason found it hard to accept. He wavered.
Su Ming noticed the change in his expression and immediately guessed what he was thinking. "Stay calm. These ancestors knew their descendants had betrayed the nation and even helped alien forces carve up their homeworld. They said that even if I hadn't come, they would have climbed out of their coffins themselves and beaten these disappointing descendants to death before dragging them underground."
"Really? You can hear their wishes?"
Jason had witnessed something unbelievable and was already somewhat dazed.
"That's right. I'm merely fulfilling their wishes. Look how anxious they are—they're moving faster than people rushing to reincarnate." Su Ming smiled as he spun his nonsense, pointing at the corpses crawling from the soil. "They all firmly support your rule and can't wait to serve you."
Some of the corpses had been dead so long that