Ange watered too much and mastered the art of rain. He loosened the soil more and mastered the art of loosening the soil. How come the little zombie dug too much and couldn't master the charge of the earth?

In the past few years, the little zombies have definitely dug more soil than Ange did in a thousand years.

Nigris took several deep breaths before accepting such a ridiculous thing. Anyway, no matter how ridiculous things happened around Ange.

"What should we do now? Do we still need to activate the next one? The little zombies have been defeated by themselves." Nigris asked.

Under the repeated collisions of the little zombies, the enemies were defeated and could not maintain their formation at all. They would only scramble to dodge. If this continues, the little zombies would be able to clear out these enemies on their own.

Anthony said helplessly: "Let's start it. If we don't shock the enemy, we might as well shock our allies. Look at the city wall, there are a lot of people watching the show. Those are our potential allies."

After Anthony finished speaking, he glared at the black horse bitterly, then stepped forward and rushed forward.

Ange's thoughts spread, black air surged on the ground, and a large amount of death breath was released, spreading on the surface.

Duroken waved the golden stick and for the first time rarely recited the incantation: "The abyss covered with bones, the waving hand bones are a farewell to the living and a welcome to the undead..."

Pale hand bones pierced through the ground, like grass emerging from the ground, like tombstones towering over the earth.

The fog started to rise, and the dispersed aura of death turned into mist and surged up, quickly covering the city and rushing towards Drogo City.

During the surge, people on the city wall could clearly see that the mist seemed to be changing a face, watching everyone silently.
Chapter completed!