The old man looked around at the beast man skeletons, skeleton soldiers, and skeleton warriors. He still felt that it was not enough.
He waved the bone magic staff in his hand again.
An even greater amount of death aura spread out.
A nauseating smell of blood and decay filled the air.
A sharp and ear-piercing beast man's cry echoed in the empty valley.
The surrounding rotten soil and grass, and the blood-stained animal carcasses, were gradually returning to their original appearance after the death aura fell into them.
At this moment, the old man's body was filled with a thick aura of darkness.
The black fog that was filled with the aura of death surrounded the undead animals that had just been revived by the aura of darkness. Together with the skeleton warriors and soldiers, they charged towards the Orthodox Church's Holy Knight Army at the foot of the mountain.
Corpses and blood were the old man's power.
