The Awakening of the Abyssal Hydra

Facing the undead horde, Zimo, Deng Kun, and Lang Bai halted momentarily, their gazes locked on the resurrected army before them.

"Captain, are we really not going to use our bloodline power?" Lang Bai asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

Zimo didn't even spare him a glance. "You already know the answer, so why bother asking?" His voice was calm yet firm. 

"Whatever this damn black mist is, we need to get rid of it—fast."

Howl!

The undead beasts howled in unison, their cries sending a chilling vibration through the air before they lunged forward, their grotesque forms charging at the three humans.

"Come on, come to papa!" Lang Bai laughed maniacally, his sword gleaming in the darkness.

Far from the battlefield, clinging desperately to the fissure's edge, the old spider beast wore a grave expression.

He was so close to escaping, so close to regaining his strength.

But now, his attention was locked on the battle unfolding above.