In those days, whether in the Netherworld or the Mortal World, you needed connections and relationships to get things done. Someone like Liu Siliang, foolish as he was, couldn't resist the erosion of his mind. He ran into a pile of corpses and shouted, "Do princes and generals have special kindred?"
Shouting that phrase to the living, who face death whether advancing or retreating, has its uses, but these dead have been gone for who knows how long...
The outcome, naturally, goes without saying.
Wang Yunxiao lifted his lantern high, and the others behind him did the same. Instantly, the street was lit, and a great number of undead vanished in a puff of grey smoke.
Just as he had anticipated, the undead's resistance was extremely weak, or rather, nonexistent.
Because there was a path they could take.
Anyone who has played tower defense games knows that you can't block the path completely.
