[OUHHH!!!]
[GHAA!!!]
Chen Tian wielded his sword in the wind, and the sword aura spread all over his body, cutting through the silence of the night.
In the wilderness in front of him, densely packed undead souls surged like a tide, and the putrid smell filled his nose, making him feel sick.
These undead were dressed in tattered armor, with green will-o'-the-wisps burning in their empty eye sockets, and they roared towards the dusty sky.
"Humph," Chen Tian snorted coldly. The sword in his hand buzzed, and a golden light rose into the sky, tearing the night apart.
He was like a giant golden dragon, galloping freely among the undead. Wherever the sword passed, the undead were turned into ashes and wailed endlessly. However, the number of undead was so huge that even if Chen Tian was strong, it would inevitably be a bit difficult.
