It was a specter standing three zhang tall, surrounded by black mist, with a ghostly green light flickering within, as if countless eyes were watching them.
Its face was twisted, exuding an overpowering presence several times stronger than those previous spirits.
Especially its black armor, full of explosive power, and that gigantic axe, which was truly intimidating.
"What... what kind of monster is this?"
Fu Chao said in a trembling voice.
The "Palm Thunder" in his hand was ready to attack, but even this bold person was filled with fear facing such a powerful ghost entity.
"This should be the leader of the undead, with strength far surpassing ordinary undead. Judging by its aura, it seems to have the strength of a Golden Core Realm. Not really a formidable presence!"
Just as Li Yunjing finished speaking, a dozen giant undead leaders seemed to appear deep in the sea of flowers.
