I am the most respected person in the last days

Watching Ling Yi deal with the zombie army alone, he forced the mutated zombie army to turn around and retreat with just one fight.

Everyone who saw such a scene couldn't help but be stunned.

They really couldn't understand why those ugly, bloodthirsty creatures suddenly left.

I don't understand how Ling Yi persuaded them to leave quietly.

These questions have been lingering in everyone's minds for a long time, making them all curious.

However, Ling Yi, who returned to the team, did not explain what happened.

He just ordered everyone to station nearby and be on standby at any time.

But he gave an order to the zombie leader who left in a hurry.

He immediately led the army and galloped towards the center of his plane.

Although he is full of endless doubts and confusion about Ling Yi's identity.

But the only thing he can do now is to pass the news to the Corpse King as soon as possible.

The accompanying zombie army roared past, as if a cold black wind was sweeping in.

Countless decaying vegetation were lifted up by the wind, blocking out the sky and the sun, and the entire world was tainted with a gloomy atmosphere of death.

In mid-air, the haunting chirps of mutated birds echoed one after another, like a string of eerie death knells.

The zombie leader's face was gloomy, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he was concentrating on driving the mutant beasts under his seat, not daring to waste a moment.

Finally, they reached the central area of ​​their destination.

All he saw was a desolate ruin in front of him, with broken walls and corpses everywhere.

And in this desolate and broken scene, there stood a towering black castle.

This castle has towering spiers and ferocious walls.

A ghastly and terrifying aura rushed towards his face, like a huge dark container, swallowing up all life around him.

From a distance, the zombie leader squinted his eyes and looked at the eerie castle, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

The existence of this castle is the yearning of the Night Corpse clan, and it is also the residence of their king.

The zombie leader took a deep breath and ordered in a cold voice.

"The army is resting where it is, and I'm going to meet the Corpse King alone!"

The figure of the zombie leader slowly disappeared into the darkness and walked towards the castle gate.

The interior of the castle was dark and terrifying, with an aura of decay everywhere.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are dotted with countless weird sculptures and murals.

Some are inhuman and inhuman, while others are distorted, ugly and terrifying.

There were bursts of sharp hissing sounds from above the head, and I didn't know what kind of evil thing was lingering here to monitor.

The zombie leader was frowning at this moment, and his whole body was feeling chilly.

He wasn't worried at all about the layout here, and he knew exactly what he was monitoring.

At this moment, he kept repeating Ling Yi's words in his mind, but he couldn't figure out the meaning behind it.

The deeper you go into the castle, the more frightening the scenes inside are.

There is a rotten smell and dead silence everywhere, as if this is a forbidden place of death.

Suddenly, a majestic and gloomy voice came from the darkness.

"Babra, aren't you leading the army to fight in a low-level plane? Is the battle already over?"

Hearing the sound, Babra slowly raised his head and looked into the dark void.

He saw a pair of ghostly eyes staring at him, like two rounds of ghostly fire.

He took a deep breath and answered in a deep voice.

"Dear Corpse King, there may be variables in this battle, so I will temporarily return here to report the progress.

Because, I met a strange person in that low-level plane.

Not only does he know you, the Corpse King, but he also knows about the existence behind us! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the castle fell into a dead silence.

The zombie leader looked around in confusion, but could not find any trace of the zombie king.

Suddenly, a pale and thin figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

It is the owner of the castle - a cold and terrifying corpse king.

His eyes were electric and he asked slowly.

"Oh, there is such a thing, tell me what kind of magic it is!"

The gloomy voice was like coming from the abyss of hell, which was frightening.

He approached slowly, and the gloomy aura enveloped the entire space like a substance, as if it was about to eat people alive.

For a time, the entire castle was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, as if something unexpected would happen at any time.

Babra quietly retracted her gaze, lowered her head, and began to tell about her encounter with Ling Yi.

With Babra's low words, the silence in the castle became more eerie and heavy, as if there was some unpredictable crisis hidden.

He lowered his head deeply, with a hint of hesitation and fear in his eyes.

Those vivid scenes that he once experienced now seem to be slowly reappearing in this dark castle under his description.

Although he had mixed feelings in his heart, he still tried to control the panic in his heart.

Lowering his voice, he slowly recounted those nightmarish experiences.

Those bloody scenes became more vivid and chilling as he narrated them.

However, for the Corpse King, who has gone through many vicissitudes of life and walked through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, this is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

There were far more bloody and horrific scenes than this. He had long been accustomed to them and was not moved at all.

He just said a faint "hmm" with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"That is to say, that person asked you to bring me a message and tell it!"

Barbra took a deep breath, as if something was stuck in her throat.

She looked at the black glove tremblingly, feeling uneasy in her heart.

He saw the Corpse King staring at him coldly, his gloomy gaze piercing her heart like a sharp arrow, making him feel palpitated.

As these words fell, the dark castle instantly fell into boundless silence.

It was as if time had frozen, and the entire space was enveloped in a cold and chilling atmosphere.

Big beads of sweat broke out on Babra's forehead, and he felt the pressure on his body getting bigger and bigger. It was the aura of the Corpse King spreading out.

He felt numb in his limbs and his heart was beating like a drum.

I couldn't help but gnash my teeth secretly, praying secretly that I could escape from this dangerous situation and not be slapped to death by the Corpse King.

"Could it be...could it be that he's not dead? Even though so many ninth-level overlords joined forces to encircle and suppress him, they couldn't kill him?"

The Corpse King's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had heard an incredible story.

The haze gathered between his brows, unable to hide the shock inside.

His right hand gently touched the black-gloved left palm, which could be seen trembling with the naked eye.

"How could he have such strength and survive the encirclement and suppression of so many ninth-level overlords?"

Unbelievable questions kept popping up in his mind.

This was simply unbelievable, filling the corpse king's heart with confusion and confusion.

Violent emotions surged in his heart, making it difficult for him to express.

Such a subtle and obscure mystery is as difficult to penetrate as a fog.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulence in his heart.