"So many!"
"Such cultivation level, such numbers, absolutely cannot be compared to ordinary cultivators!"
"Who is this person, able to control the corpses of hundreds of powerful beings with a single thought? Could they have come from the Land of the Dead? That is an ancient region even more remote than where Buddhist light shines!"
At the mountain's summit, the Demonic Flame soared high, while at the mountain's foot, many cultivators instinctively distanced themselves, well aware of what day it was and knowing that such an occurrence was likely due to internal conflicts among experts from different domains, beyond their intervention.
The guards and elders paled considerably, as horrifying Corpse Slaves covered the mountains and plains in the blink of an eye. If there had only been several dozen earlier, they might have been manageable, but now the numbers were simply absurd. Once entangled, death would be inevitable.