"Crack, crack, crack..."
Then, one by one, the coffins cracked open, and one death samurai after another emerged.
In the end, twenty-five death samurais knelt neatly in front of Lanling.
Pale and ruthless, undead and immortal, each with a combat power close to the peak of a Demon Martial Grandmaster.
Throughout the ruined castle, the ominous aura reaches the sky, the killing intent reaches the sky!
Even a single death samurai like Gou Li was already so powerful, and now there were as many as twenty-six of them, their combat strength even more against the heavens.
However, this was just the beginning.
In the future, perhaps Lanling will have thousands, even tens of thousands of death samurais!
By then, he will be enough to sweep through the entire Rakshasa Domain and establish a powerful Flame Demon Empire!
Stepping out of the castle, Lanling stood at the highest peak of the Silver Tribe, overlooking this vast land.
From now on, there would be no Silver Alliance.
