When Zhang Xing heard Grand Elder Gui Long's words, he couldn't help but reveal a strange look.
He heard two useful pieces of information from it.
One was the habits of the dark race, and the other was the realm of cultivation.
After the dark race destroyed a planet, they would continue to destroy the next one.
They were constantly on the battlefield.
Just like locusts, when nature gave them enough conditions, countless locusts would appear and devour everything that could be devoured.
They would never stop at one place and would fly past almost instantly.
No wonder these necromancers were so willing to be their slaves.
It turned out that … they wouldn't wake up early if there were no benefits!
As for the second piece of information …
Zhang Xing didn't know much.
He was even a little confused.
So far, the highest realm he had seen was the sect masters of the six major sects. They were only five-star Battle-Saints.
As for the rumored high-level Battle-Saints, which were Saints between the seven-star and nine-star realms, why wasn't there a single one?
This was not the first time he had this question.
When the necromancers started the war, he had this thought.
Perhaps one day, he would know the truth. For now, it was better to get rid of these necromancers!
As for the necromancers below the Saint-level, there were too many of them and they were too scattered. It would be difficult to find them in a short time.
However, there was no need to worry. If they wanted to grow, it would not be done in a day.
As long as these more than 200 necromancers were killed, humans could cultivate for another 500 to 600 years and become even stronger.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand.
With a whoosh!
Ninety-nine figures appeared in the tomb.
Grand Elder Gui Long had finished speaking. Everyone stood up and was about to announce that they were dismissed and return to their respective territories.
Suddenly, a group of burly men appeared in the tomb!
Their expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with shock.
"Who are you?"
Gui Long cried out in shock.
Only the necromancers in the north knew about this secret stronghold. Even the association's president, Gui Ba, didn't know.
The dragons didn't answer his question. Instead, they quickly stood in front of them.
A dragon stood in front of the two necromancers. They were like cold thugs. They were dressed in black, and their faces were ferocious. Their killing intent was obvious!
Even the Necromancer Saints who practiced the Yin-Cold Cultivation Arts couldn't help but shiver.
In such a small space, even if Gui Long was a Four-Star Law Sage, he would not be able to defeat a Samsung Battle-Sage.
Furthermore, they were not facing an ordinary Battle-Saint, but an Ancient Dragon in human form!
Ghost Dragon's gaze swept across the faces of the big men opposite him, and the corners of his eyes kept trembling.
He had lived for over four hundred years, but he had never seen such a ferocious person!
Some evil people were only good in appearance. When they met someone stronger than them, they would instantly cower.
But these people were different. He could feel the ferocity that came from their bones.
No one paid any attention to him, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the tomb.
"I believe you've seen me before."
Zhang Xing stood at the door and said indifferently.
"It's you?"
Many Necromancer Saints exclaimed at the same time, their faces full of shock.
How could they not recognize Zhang Xing? He was the one who led the dragons to stop the zombie army. If it weren't for him, the zombie army wouldn't have been surrounded.
But how did he find this place?
Zhang Xing immediately told them the answer.
"That's right, it's me!
I came in wearing a ghost cloak and used the same method to openly walk into the Undead Association. "