Their limbs intertwined and struggled. A white bone head squeezed out of the zombie's rotting stomach. Four to five thigh bones in all directions gathered together like blooming flowers.
It was too disgusting.
The corners of Fang Ping's mouth twitched. This was too much of a drop in his sanity value. It was a complete visual pollution.
The level of the Undead soldiers was not high. Most of them were Normal and Excellent. One arrow could kill them instantly, but it took time.
As long as they were not killed by the Holy Light, skeletons would revive, zombies would revive, and ghosts would revive.
The sea of Undead did not just mean that there were a lot of them at the beginning. Moreover, they could not be killed.
Fang Ping's team watched from afar. The threat of the Death Curse made them not dare to approach.
The Undead followed the light circle of the Sacred Zone and moved to the two sides.
