Hearing the white-bearded old man mention an "Undying Body," Wang Yan was slightly taken aback, unable for the moment to understand what he meant.
Disdain immediately flashed in the white-bearded old man's eyes. He lowered his head and shouted at the fifty thousand corpses on the ground, "Why aren't you getting up and continuing to fight for me?"
Right at this moment, a small clump of black mist flew out from the black smoke in the sky above Xianyang City and fell toward those fifty thousand corpses.
Just as it was about to land, that clump of black smoke split into fifty thousand black dots, each one boring into one of the fifty thousand corpses on the ground.
Next, the fifty thousand corpses all leaped up from the ground at the same time and stood up in unison.
