Chapitre 1137: Weakest Disciple

The ground abruptly shook and split apart only to be brought back together the very next moment.

Silence. So quiet that one could hear a pin drop from a mile away as countless faces looked left and right in shock, unsure if what they thought was actually happening.

But a second later every man and beast residing within the valley fell to its knees. Not because of the tremor but because of the illusionary figure that had appeared above the skull in the far north.

*BZZZT*

It exuded such immense pressure that even these demigods were nothing in front of it.

The sky darkened even more as all manner of vile undeads sprung to life from all corners of the wasteland.

From the old wraiths that danced through the air celebrating the awakening of their master to the most unwelcoming cackle of the soul eaters, from the simpleton lemures that stuck to the recently deceased corpses to the sniveling water fiends of the south.