The Art Of The Vanishing Gods

Yan Luo frowned awkwardly as she raised her hand.

A ray of silvery light appeared on her palm and shone brightly before she slammed it onto the ground.

Boom!

A silver light column rose upward, then turned into an electric awning that spread out to the sky. The dense carrion was then blown into pieces by the silver electricity.

Yan Luo's figure appeared in the air. Her body was completely covered in silver colored armor that was spotless without the slightest bit of dirt.

With just a little jump, her entire body flew onto the air. Under the reflection of the bloody moon, there seemed to be a bit more blood in her beautiful yet pale face.

Her eyes turned and her army of undead looked in her direction.

Tens of thousands of soldiers seemed to have received some kind of instruction and they immediately waved their weapons as they rushed toward the survivors. In the blink of an eye, the surviving carrion was drowned by the army of undead.