"That's right!
This is my domain space. No matter which direction you escape in, you'll jump into it. "
As Zhang Xing spoke, he waved his hand, and the Ghost Cloak on the Necromancer Saint floated over.
"That's mine. You …"
Zhang Xing glanced at him indifferently, and the Necromancer Saint immediately shut up.
He was now a prisoner and had no right to speak.
Zhang Xing flipped through the black Ghost Cloak. He couldn't tell what material it was made of.
However, this wasn't important. With a thought, he erased the Necromancer Saint's spiritual imprint.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of green blood spurted out!
Losing this spiritual imprint was equivalent to giving him a heavy blow.
The Necromancer Saint's spirit immediately withered.
Zhang Xing ignored him and draped the cloak over his body.
He felt as if he had entered another space.
No!
No!
It was still in this world.
It was just that it had merged with the dark elements in the air.
Even with his fourth-step Divine Telekinesis, it was difficult to detect that there was a person hiding in the vast amount of dark elements in the air.
Not bad!
Not bad!
It was a treasure!
Zhang Xing took off the cloak and threw it into the space.
"Alright, I'll send you on your way!"
Zhang Xing looked at the Necromancer Saint.
"Hmph!
Kill me if you want. It's worth it if I can die for the God of Darkness! "
The Necromancer Saint looked as if he was unafraid of death.
"Eh?
You have quite a backbone, but there's no use for me to keep you. You can go and meet your God of Darkness. "
Zhang Xing didn't intend to interrogate him for any useful information.
Their hiding place, which was the Necromancer Association, was the biggest secret. As long as this nerve was touched, they would immediately explode.
"No!
You can't kill me!
I can be your slave … "
Seeing that Zhang Xing was really going to kill him, the Necromancer Saint lost his backbone and had a pleading look on his face.
They weren't people with great willpower to begin with.
It was either because of hatred or because they were unwilling to be an ordinary person that they sold their souls and were willing to fall and become the slaves of the Dark Clan.
Zhang Xing ignored his pleas and moved his Divine Sense.
Puff!
The necromancers within the domain turned into air, and their souls were sucked into the staff.
"The world is so big. I don't know how long it would take me to find and kill the Necromancer Saints one by one."
"Now that I've obtained the Ghost Cloak, can I play a big game of stalking and chasing?"
After thinking about it for a while, he felt that this was the most suitable method at the moment.
"Let's do it!"
Next, Zhang Xing put on the Ghost Cloak and started looking for Necromancer Saints.
At this time, the Necromancer Saints had already given up on controlling the zombie army.
In the end, he gave them an order to fight to the death!
As a result, the zombies stopped running and stopped fighting.
The Necromancer Saints took advantage of the chaos and quietly left the battlefield.
Yisha glared at the battlefield with hatred. She retracted her head into her black robe and ran towards the Necromancer Association.
The sinkhole in the south of the Central Continent was the battlefield of the war with the Dark Clan a thousand years ago.
This place was originally the God of Heaven Mountain, which towered into the clouds.
After the great battle, it had become a bottomless pit.
As a result, humans threw all the corpses of their dead into this place.
Also, this place was deeply corroded by the Dark Devil Qi. It was shrouded in black fog all year round, and there was no sunlight.
No one in the future was willing to live in this area.
Gradually, this place was forgotten by people.
However, no one would have thought that this place would become a paradise for Necromancers!