The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

The emerald green light traced a rapid path through the dark fog, like a taut line rapidly converging towards the center of the battlefield.

Wu You's gaze pierced through the layer of light, and he saw a familiar figure inside.

At this moment, the familiar figure's face was filled with anxiety.

Wu You seemed to have thought of something, so he casually stuffed the smooth little black ball in his hand into his trench coat pocket, and then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

It seems that Old Wei discovered that he had gone out to harvest the corpse seeds.

However, I've never seen Elder Wei's True Yang Ring before. It's actually emerald green!

At this moment, the emerald green light gradually dissipated, revealing the figure of Elder Wei within.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, Elder Wei stopped in his tracks, watching the silver-white tornado raging in the dark mist, constantly sucking in and strangling the remaining low-level corpses on the ground. His expression changed from anxious to somewhat bewildered.

What about the imagined encounter and desperate resistance? Where are those ninth- or even tenth-tier super-high-level corpse species? Where is that army of corpse species?

"The intense energy fluctuations just now came from here, is everything alright?"

Old Wei couldn't help but wonder if he had come to the wrong place.

But the next moment, he took a closer look at the silvery-white tornado.

"This color, this scent... could it be...?"

The silver tornado didn't look like something the Corpse Race would do, and why would the Corpse Race slaughter their own low-level cannon fodder?

His gaze fell back to the ground—many of the remaining corpses were kneeling, their postures twisted and stiff.

Why are those low-level zombies like that? What did they see? Why are they looking so desperate and waiting to die?

There was no reason for Wang Qi and the other two to lie to him. There must indeed be a large army of corpses led by a super high-level corpse species. He had just sensed a powerful energy fluctuation, at least at the ninth level. In addition, there was the ground below, full of ravines and cracks, and thousands of low-level corpse species waiting to die.

Everything indicated that a major battle had just taken place here.

But what about those ninth-tier corpse species?

Old Wei had anticipated that a major battle might have taken place here, but what he was seeing now was completely different from what he had imagined.

Moreover, this silvery storm seemed to be formed by countless tiny sword lights.

Silver-white sword light?

Sword light?

A familiar figure wielding a sword flashed through his mind.

Looking at the remaining corpses below, an absurd idea suddenly popped into Old Wei's mind that he himself could hardly believe.

Could it be that Wu You alone slaughtered this army of zombies, which was likely led by multiple ninth-tier zombies, to such an extent?

But thinking of this, Old Wei shook his head, trying to suppress his speculation: How could this be?

Even though the combat power of the Lustful Corpse Species is notoriously weak, Wu You had only broken through to the ninth rank a few days ago.

Moreover, this was during the outbreak of the Dark Mist Tide, and with so many low-level corpses serving as consumables.

One sword, one man, and he pierced through an entire army of zombies with multiple opponents of equal rank? How is that even possible?

Could it be that a powerful figure from the edge of the restricted area intervened and conveniently wiped out this vanguard force that was planning to attack the stronghold?

But where is the other party? The silver tornado is still raging, so the other party should still be nearby.

Just as he was trying to piece together a more reasonable explanation, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up in a certain direction.

There, a white-haired figure wearing a black trench coat in the uniform of the Investigation Bureau and carrying a jet-black longsword was slowly emerging from the thick fog.

As soon as he appeared, he waved his hand, and the speed of the silvery-white storm instantly increased, engulfing the last remaining low-level corpse species. Moments later, the ground was completely cleared.

Then, with a gentle wave of his hand, the storm composed of hundreds or thousands of sword lights transformed into countless silver-white specks of light, like starlight scattered by the wind, slowly drifting down onto the battlefield that had just ended.

Old Wei stared blankly at the white-haired figure wielding a sword amidst the countless silvery-white lights.

It turns out there was no such thing as a powerful figure at the edge of the forbidden zone; there was only that white-haired boy.

After finishing everything, Wu You looked at the somewhat stunned figure and called out:

"Old Wei."

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, deeper within the deepest part of the Dark Realm.

Three larger armies of zombies, each converging and forming alliances, are advancing in the same direction.

At the very front of each army of zombies, there were a dozen or so enormous zombies, each as tall as a small mountain.

What's even more striking is that atop the head of the giant zombie at the very front of each zombie army, several humanoid figures, similar in size to humans, sit cross-legged, looking down at the marching ranks like commanders.

At a certain instant, they opened their eyes almost simultaneously: in their pitch-black eye sockets, a viscous, muddy liquid slowly churned, with no whites, no pupils, only a bottomless darkness.

"Yu San is dead."

A deep, cold voice rang out from the front of the group.

The other humanoid zombies responded, "We felt it."

Then, one of the humanoid corpses spoke up: "Doesn't it have divine rune arrays on its body?"

Immediately, another humanoid zombie responded: "Was it killed by a human before it could activate its divine rune array?"

Upon hearing this, that deep, cold voice rang out again:

"No, Yu San is also a member of our royal family. He has a strong ability to manage his emotions and is not one of those lowly commoners who are corrupted by emotional energy. If something is wrong, he would not be so arrogant as to not even use the divine rune array."

"......"

After a brief silence, another humanoid zombie spoke up: "So, a human at the eleventh rank has made a move?"

"It's hard to say."

"But even if there are eleventh-level humans here, it doesn't matter. Don't forget that we are carrying that thing."

Then another voice joined in: "That's right, with that thing here, and with our cooperation, perhaps we can try to capture it."

"At the very least, we can kill him."

"Whether it is capturing or killing a human eleventh-level being, it is a great achievement."

Then another voice added: "The location of the Three Desires' demise is not far from us."

"We cannot miss this opportunity."

Upon hearing this, all the humanoid zombies nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Several voices intertwined in the dark mist for a moment, then the humanoid figure at the very front of the army slightly raised a hand, and his voice, neither loud nor soft, carried to the entire army behind him:

"All my kin!"

"Speed ​​up!"

Upon hearing the order, the three armies of zombies simultaneously accelerated, advancing rapidly in the same direction like a dark tide closing in.