In the sky, dozens of cities away from Demon Eye Ghost City, giant undead creatures were flying at full speed.
These creatures, each over ten thousand meters long, were a fusion of undead creatures and undead technology, akin to carrier battleships in cosmic warfare.
On the back of the foremost undead creature, a burly undead in tattered armor suddenly opened his eyes.
Beneath his helmet, his green eyes shimmered with a cold light, and those familiar with him would notice it was a look of anger.
Just now, Feng Yan lost contact with his 200 elite undead knights!
20,000 undead knights, painstakingly and expensively cultivated by Feng Yan, each with power comparable to any Ghost King. It was their deterrence that kept those Ghost Kings in check, dutifully paying soul cores.
For tens of thousands of years, these undead knights never suffered casualties. Losing 200 now was a significant loss for him.
