Even with ten million people supporting the formation, it wouldn’t last. The Fienddragon Legion and city army would decide who would win this battle.

Before the corpse puppets had even arrived, Tianming could already smell their stench. The corpses’ flesh was rotting and infested with maggots. They were already dead and soulless, but they still continued being manipulated by Ghoul King Si Ling.

“It’s unforgivable to desecrate the dead.” Tianming looked at Ghoul King Si Ling. She was a sinner even greater than Ye Bodhi. Although she was ranked fifth, it seemed not even ten Ghoul King Xue Yis would reach her number of kills and crimes.

It would be impossible to forget someone who could apathetically control three million corpse puppets.

“Rest in peace…” Tianming’s chain flew out before the puppets reached him. Killing them wouldn’t bring him any joy, but would...