Could the tens of billions of Zombie Legions be withdrawn at will?
As long as Zhang Xing did not give the order to stop attacking, his Undead Legion would keep chasing after the Zombie Legions.
In terms of strength, the Zombie Legions were not good enough.
In terms of speed, the Zombie Legions were still not good enough.
How could they retreat?
At this time, the Undead Sorcerer Saints could vaguely see that the person controlling those high-level Undead Warriors was the young man standing in the sky.
"Damn it!
Damn it! "
"We were about to open up the passage to the south of the Central Continent, attack the Holy Capital, and join up with the army in the north. I didn't expect an accident to happen!"
"We failed at the last minute!"
"Who is that damn young man?
Where did he come from? Why does he have the Ghost King's secret manual of our Undead Clan? "
"He also has a War Dragon Legion, all of which are at the ancient level …"
Countless questions arose in their minds.
Even if they wanted to die, they would not understand.
When the dawn shone on the blood-stained city walls of Lake City, the remaining martial artists in the city still could not believe their eyes.
Not a single Undead Warrior could be seen outside the city. There were only bones all over the ground.
After fighting for three months, at the last moment of despair, there was suddenly a shocking reversal.
Saint Zhang had appeared!
He brought a giant dragon and an even more high-level Undead Legion.
This was simply inconceivable!
They had never heard of anyone who could control both dragons and Undead.
No matter what he used, as long as he stood on the side of humans, it was the sword of justice!
.....
The Undead Sorcerer Saints who had been fleeing for a night were disheartened.
They had guessed the origin of Zhang Xing's Undead Legion.
Those were martial artists from all the second or third-rate sects in the Central Continent!
Whether they were temporarily recruited or disciples of the sect, they were all martial artists with considerable strength.
Even if they had become Undead Warriors, they still retained their original combat strength.
Fighting with them was undoubtedly courting death!
However, the mission on this road was carried out by Sorcerer Saint Luo.
For this, he had been preparing for hundreds of years …
He had spent countless financial resources to set up a large number of formations and poisons in the desert.
The chances of success were more than 80%.
Now it seemed that he had failed.
If his guess was correct, that young man should have obtained Warlock Saint Lingluo's inheritance.
However, what they couldn't understand was how this young man was able to quickly cultivate the Ghost King's secret manual to the highest level.
Running all the way, he had a headache!
After running for an entire night, they knew that it was time to make a decision.
In the current situation, they had no choice but to give up the position south of Lake City.
After they left, the zombie army would lose control and become no different from magical beasts.
They only knew how to kill. As long as they saw living things, they would kill, suck their blood, or eat their flesh!
However, they would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of those high-level undead warriors.
The final result was obvious. Their zombie army would cease to exist.
His years of hard work had all been wasted.
He was truly unwilling, but there was nothing he could do!
Thirty-six Necromancer Saints were hiding among the hundreds of millions of zombies. They were planning to sneak away.
At the same time, Zhang Xing was also searching for them.
However, with billions of identical auras, it was extremely difficult to find.
Zhang Xing didn't give up. Even if he couldn't find all of them, he could still catch one.
Suddenly, a zombie in tattered martial artist clothes fell to the ground.
The surroundings weren't attacked, and the other zombies were still fleeing.
"Pretending to be dead?"
The corners of Zhang Xing's mouth curled up, and his figure flashed down.