These Iron Corpses, relentless and unafraid of death, were guarding the Corpse King.
The previously quiet horde of zombies had once again erupted into chaos, their eyes red with rage, they roared and charged towards the cultivators recklessly, as if not allowing anyone to offend their "King".
In an instant, the hill of tombs had descended into a fiercer battle of life and death.
Bai Zisheng, clutching his long spear, was ready to fight again, but was restrained by Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side, stood in front of both, and with her delicate fingers formed a sword technique, creating streams of sword light with radiant white flames, protecting the three of them.
Zombies that came into contact with the sword light were burned by the white flames.
Mo Hua watched the Corpse King from afar.
The aura of the Corpse King grew stronger bit by bit, and the twisted Taoist Meaning on its body also deepened gradually.
