Yes, in Lu Yan's eyes, this vast tide of corpses spreading across the entire plain was no different from the bountiful wheat in a field.
Perhaps to a normal person, the tens of millions of zombies, even standing there for others to slaughter, would take several months to eradicate; ordinary Transcendents would exhaust themselves to death before they killed them all.
But to the Underworld army, no amount of ordinary zombies posed any threat.
The only thing worth being wary of was the Extraordinary Zombies and Golden Core Corpse Kings hidden within this vast plague zombie horde.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Lu Yan murmured in a low voice:
"After harvesting this plague zombie tide, it should be enough to complete the ritual refinement of the Soul Continent."
