Mr. Tang and Zhao Hai stood on the chariot, their eyes fixed on the countless cultivators and their corpses. The battle had ended.
The Tang elder looked at the bodies of the cultivators and snorted. &Quot; "What a pity, we don't know who is coming to deal with us."
"Not necessarily. Watch me," Zhao Hai snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, a ball of black Qi flew out and surrounded the body of a cultivator nearby. After a while, the black Qi disappeared and the cultivator turned into an undead creature.
Master Tang was stunned. He turned to Zhao Hai and said, " "I didn't expect you to have this skill. So, the cultivators you killed before have all become undead creatures?"
Zhao Hai smiled. &Quot; can't I waste it? they're all dead anyway, so I'll just make use of them. Don't worry, I only do this to my enemies. I've buried all my friends. &Quot;
