The Necromancer Saint walked around for three days, changing direction every day.
He walked and stopped, very cautious.
Sometimes, he even went back the way he came.
On the fourth day, he came to a cemetery outside the mountains.
He stood in front of a tombstone and pretended to worship someone.
He lit incense and poured wine for a long time.
Then, he pretended to be in pain and walked into the depths of the cemetery.
At this moment, Zhang Xing suddenly realized that the Necromancer Saint's figure had disappeared.
He was shocked. Could he have been discovered?
But after thinking about it, it didn't seem likely.
Firstly, he was far enough away. Secondly, he was wearing the Saint-level Ghost Cloak. The chances of being discovered were slim.
It was very likely that there was some array there.
Zhang Xing sneaked over. After searching for a while, he found a hidden array. There was even a small teleportation array hidden inside.
"As expected!"
He didn't hesitate and stepped into the teleportation array.
After the light flashed, he looked around and found that it was still a cemetery.
There was still no sign of the Necromancer Saint.
After searching carefully again, a second teleportation array appeared in front of him.
"Hehe!
They know how to have fun, building teleportation arrays in cemeteries. "
"Moreover, these cemeteries are where ordinary people are buried. Warriors basically don't care."
Just like that, Zhang Xing passed through one cemetery after another. Just the time alone was more than a day and night.
On the fifth day, Zhang Xing appeared in a huge cemetery underground.
Zhang Xing walked out of the teleportation array and walked along the passage.
Not long after, he sensed the aura of the Necromancer Saint.
He quietly walked over.
At this moment, more than a hundred people had gathered in a huge tomb.
They were the Necromancer Saints who had escaped, but it seemed that there were still some who hadn't come.
As they waited, they whispered to each other.
Zhang Xing listened carefully. What they were talking about was the objective reason for this failure.
But most of them were talking about the high-level undead army that had suddenly appeared.
In short, they were saying the same thing.
It wasn't that our army was incompetent, but that an accident had happened!
As long as they were alive, there would be a day when they would fight back.
Another day passed. During this one day and one night, more than a hundred people came one after another.
On the sixth day, these Necromancer Saints began a meeting to summarize their losses.
Zhang Xing listened patiently.
"Although we failed this time, it's not a bad thing."
Great Elder Gui Long concluded the meeting.
"Why would I say that?"
"There is only one reason, and that is because we know the strength of the other party."
"Now that they have a high-level undead army, we won't be able to defeat them even after a hundred years."
"But it's not like we don't have a way!"
At this point, Ghost Dragon stopped.
His gaze shifted from one person to another.
"I'm sure you all know what it is."
"Although that method isn't complete, it can still summon a high-level Dark Warlock Saint."
"At the very least, I can summon a seven-star Warlock Saint. At the very most, I can summon a nine-star Warlock Saint!"
"Be it 7-star or 9-star, with their help, we have an 80% chance of ruling this continent!"
"The creatures of the Dark Race will not stay on this continent for long. They are like locusts, devouring all the creatures here and then the next one!"
"Although we are their servants, we can only survive here. Therefore, we must be the masters of this world!"
"After a thousand years, we will all become nine-star Necromancer Saints. We might even have a chance of breaking through this realm and reaching the Divine Realm!"
"Hehe!
When that time comes … "