Thousands of corpses slowly rose from the blood-soaked earth and their blood-red eyes settled upon the divine entity.
Jiang Moqin quietly observed the scene.
"Even the supporting laws of this world are slightly different, but the essence is similar." He muttered thoughtfully.
The divine entity growled before releasing another piercing screech.
Jiang Moqin merely smiled.
"You are doing something unnecessary, the dead possess neither independent thoughts nor minds of their own."
As his voice fell, the countless corpses advanced, though he also felt slight curiosity because this mental attack somehow shook the dead he was controlling.
But as he was a master at his field, like an endless tide of death, they charged toward the divine entity.
'This nasty bastard is buying time!' The divine entity immediately understood his intentions.
Still, she had no choice but to fight.
Against one powerful existence, thousands of dead descended.
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