Time flew by unnoticed, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, twelve explosive bangs suddenly rang out in succession within the lifeless Death Cemetery. The twelve enormous banners burst apart one after another.
Han Shuo sat cross-legged in the center, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at the pit between the twelve banners. The liquid inside had turned an inky black, and bubbles large and small rose with gurgling sounds. Black mist curled up from the pit and lingered above the Death Cemetery.
Amid the gurgling bubbles, the bodies of the three Evil Knights and their Fire-Breathing Warhorses gradually absorbed the inky liquid. The three Evil Knights, previously submerged in the pit, seemed to have become enormous sponges, drawing the pitch-black liquid into their bodies.
Finally, when the three Evil Knights and their mounts had absorbed every drop of liquid in the pit, their bodies were fully revealed. Both the Evil Knights and their mounts had turned as black as ink. Only their eyes held undying flames that flickered with a dim red glow.
Besides the death energy swirling within their bodies, they now possessed a savage, baleful aura. Sensing the enormous changes in their bodies, the three Evil Knights howled soundlessly at the sky, wildly swinging the whistling bone spikes in their hands.
No longer forced to endure the piercing agony, the three Evil Knights immediately tried to challenge the power of the contract again as soon as they emerged from the pit, seeking to break free of Han Shuo's enslavement.
"Hmph, high-level undead really are troublesome. At least you know how to resist!" Han Shuo snorted coldly and abruptly rose from his cross-legged position. While forcibly suppressing the three Evil Knights with his Mental Power, he suddenly activated the Demon