In the southern sinkhole in the central region of the continent.
The Necromancer Scattered had been sitting cross-legged at the edge of the sinkhole, concentrating on cultivating for two years.
Two years ago, he could no longer feel the shackles in his soul.
It was as if he had lost contact with Zhang Xing.
So he secretly went out to inquire.
In the end, he learned that Zhang Xing and the Lord of Darkness had perished together.
This news made him laugh for three days.
But he soon calmed down.
How could someone who could fight against the Lord of Darkness die so easily?
He had some doubts.
There was no hurry. He would wait for a few more days.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
Scattered did not dare to act rashly.
Even if Zhang Xing was dead, there were still 99 dragons.
He could not afford to offend them.
However, he could escape to other places and continue to absorb human souls to cultivate and strengthen himself.
When he reached the Demigod Realm one day, he would not have to be afraid of those dragons finding trouble with him.
Although he could not dominate the entire continent, he would still live a carefree life.
Another year had passed. Scattered could not sit still anymore.
He had already planned his escape route.
He would lead an undead army of 10 billion into the deep sea and walk from the sea all the way to the Western Continent!
That night, he led the first batch of a million skeleton soldiers and quietly left the sinkhole.
Scattered was extremely excited at this moment.
He thought that he would live in Zhang Xing's shadow for the rest of his life.
But he did not expect that he would be free in just two years!
As he walked, he looked forward to the future. He seemed to see himself abusing power in the Western Continent. Billions of people became his slaves and his food …
"Ling Luo, where are you going?"
Scattered, who was in a beautiful dream, was startled by the sudden voice.
He staggered and almost sprained his ankle.
"Who is it?"
He looked in the direction of the voice with a face full of horror.
He saw a blurry shadow appear in the sky above his head in the dark night.
Scattered held the skeleton staff and subconsciously took two steps back. He asked again, "Who is it?"
"What, you can't even recognize your master's voice?"
The black shadow's faint voice came.
In fact, the first person that Scattered thought of was Zhang Xing.
But he did not want to admit it.
How could he not be familiar with this voice?
How could he not feel the trembling in his soul?
It was just that Zhang Xing came too suddenly, and he was not mentally prepared at all.
At the same time, he also fantasized that it was not Zhang Xing, that it was not …
However, Zhang Xing's second sentence completely shattered his fantasy.
"Mas … human!
You're back!
I … "
With a plop, Warlock Saint Luo knelt down.
He quickly made up an excuse in his mind.
"Master … I'll bring them around for a bit …"
"Oh?
Is that so?
Do you need to travel so far to take a bath in the sea? "
Zhang Xing stood in the air and mocked with a smirk.
Looks like Ling Luo has a restless heart!
"Master, there's something you don't know. For the past two years, Ling Luo has been bringing them out. She comes out at night and returns at dawn."
Ling Luo gritted her teeth. In any case, Zhang Xing didn't know. It wouldn't hurt to lie once.
Zhang Xing snorted coldly. "Although I don't know your daily routine, I can still feel whether you're lying or not.
Looks like there's no need to keep you in this world. "
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right hand. A bright and holy white light appeared in the night sky.
"Master, please spare me … I was wrong!
Let me go this time … "
"Whoosh!"
Before Scattered could finish her words, she was purified into a cloud of air by the light energy and drifted with the wind in the night sky …