"It was nothing more than a pack of lifeless walking corpses. Did you think this old man couldn't see through them? No matter how floridly you spoke, you were merely a Demon General. What schemes did you think you could play before this old man?" Xiao Hua sneered coldly. He pressed his index and middle fingers together and lightly slashed. A streak of sword light flashed, followed by a ripping sound. Ding Hong's armor was cleaved from head to toe, revealing a pale-faced zombie within. Its skin was dark green, its eyes black, and bizarre devilish patterns covered its entire body. Its bare chest had been faintly rising and falling before, but once the armor was split open, it became still.
"Heh heh, so what if you discovered it?" Ding Hong seemed unable to catch his breath. His mouth hung wide open, filled with blood and filth, while his swollen tongue made his speech slurred. "Once you enter Yongan Mountain, you become one of our Devil Race. My Devil Lord will turn you into a zombie at once!"
As Ding Hong's voice fell, a rumbling that was denser than the beating of war drums arose within a dozen or so li around Xiao Hua. After every rumble, a blue-violet sphere of light the size of a bushel appeared in the air. In mere moments, several thousand spheres filled the entire space. Within those blue-violet spheres, cyan magnetic force and violet magnetic force fiercely tangled together, crackling and popping. Outside the spheres, the leaking magnetic force even seeped fine spatial cracks into a layer of space.
Amid the rumbling, tens of thousands of humanoid figures emerged behind those blue-violet spheres. None of these figures wore armor. Like Ding Hong, each was a zombie, their gazes dull and vacant, their Daoist robes