Now is the final time for harvest.
"My sons, follow this old ancestor into battle!"
In Blackwater Pool, Xiahou Jie looked up to the sky and let out a howl, his voice roaring like a wild beast, a lone wolf howling at the moon, captivating the soul.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
In an instant, endless gloom and the stench of corpses spread and surged.
One could see from the territory of the Blackwater Pool clan, countless dark coffins flying out, covering the sky, easily a thousand in number.
Numerous zombies broke out of their coffins, howled to the sky with blood-red eyes, and charged towards the people.
"Caiyun True Immortal, I, Xiahou Jie, today bring my Xiahou Family's sons and Dao Soldiers of the Mystical Zombies to experience the might of your Divine Skills!"
Xiahou Jie stood on a bronze coffin and soared into the sky.
His skin was dark as ink, his eyes blood-red, and the aura of dark evil around him nearly materialized, like a fiendish deity, malevolent and fierce.
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