The sky above them darkened and turned pitch black. It made the place appear a lot creepier than it already was. Also, the shaking of the ground did not stop as cracks continued to appear.
From those cracks, Mu Lingxi and the rest of the group saw several bony hands and rotten faces poking out. They were slowly crawling out from the fissures and there were too many of them.
It was as if a zombie apocalypse dawned within the land of Echurid and there was no place that seemed to be safe anymore.
No matter where they go, there would always be a crack. From those cracks, zombie-like creatures would crawl out.
The strange humanoid creatures rose to their feet. Their mangled body left them staggering as they moved in an awkward manner. The sight that they created resembled a whole platoon.
They were the Army of the Undead.
