These Iron Corpses, fierce and fearless, guarded the Corpse King.
As the originally quiet swarm of zombies suddenly erupted into chaos, their eyes red and shrieking wildly, they charged at the cultivators with reckless abandon, as if they would tolerate no one who dared offend their "King!"
On the hill of graves, in an instant, a more intense battle of life and death ensued.
Bai Zisheng, clutching his long spear, wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side and stood in front of them both, her slender fingers forming sword techniques, condensing beams of sword light wrapped in crystal-clear white fire, protecting the three of them.
Any zombies that touched the sword light were incinerated by the white fire.
Mo Hua then cast a distant glance at the Corpse King.
The aura of the Corpse King gradually strengthened, and the twisted Taoist Meaning on its body also became increasingly pronounced.
