The low-rank zombies were burned into the dust by the black fire. The millions of zombie armies were reduced to hundreds within less than two minutes. The fire burned buildings and kept spreading out.
Tang Shaoyang activated his Spirit Vision and checked on the Immortal Dynasty's army. He saw hundreds of zombies with wings in the air. They were safe from the reach of the black fire while the zombies on the ground formed a barrier to protect them from the black fire.
"You look upset? I thought you were happy that I came alone?" Tang Shaoyang looked at the purple-skinned zombie with a wide smile, mocking the latter. He was in the pose, holding down the battle-ax and the greatsword on his shoulder.
