A deathly stillness spread across the battlefield.
The countless cultivators who had been locked in desperate combat slowly halted their movements, their expressions turning pale as they watched the phenomenon unfold.
The battlefield itself seemed to breathe as the darkness seeped through the cracks of space. An eerie purple radiance spread across the sea of corpses without being bound by any kind of energy or formation.
One by one, they rose. From the center, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands into hundred thousands.
Corpses that should have remained drifting lifeless amidst the void opened their eyes once more.
A middle-aged human cultivator clad in shattered golden armor stood upright despite the lower half of his body having long been obliterated. His intestines hung loose, swaying in the air, while one of his arms was entirely missing.
