Once again Derik felt his body getting weighed down by this world but he didn't complain. As long as he could cultivate back to the god realm, there Are no issues. His eyes released a bright flash as he realized that the entire battlefield was a bloody mess. So many magic beasts at carious levels had died just due to the pressure released during his battle with the emperor tier beast! His sharp eyes darted around and when he noticed he failed to kill the king-tier beasts that attempted to gang up on him, he felt a bit disappointed but not too much.
Summoning the suction power of his god soul, Derik pulled the souls of all the dead magic beasts into his body, storing them before spreading his hands wide and letting his aura spread across the battlefield.
"Rise!" Derik said as the dead began to rise! His original army of a thousand quickly reached close to three thousand or more in an instant.