Bloody battle of corpses

A corpse that had been dead for who knew how many years suddenly stood up again.

Was it haunted? Or was there an indescribable power supporting this place, allowing the dead to rise again?

Ling Han preferred the latter option. He didn't sense any spiritual fluctuation, so this wreckage should have crawled up under the influence of some kind of power.

Ka, ka, ka! The sounds were endless, and countless corpses were crawling up on their own. Some were even wearing tattered Battle Armors, and green flames were flickering in their eye sockets.

These corpses all set their eyes on Ling Han, and pointed the weapons in their hands at him. Their killing intent blazed, as if it was solid.