The word "vomit" is really not appropriate to describe it, because the blood spurted out from his mouth. Not just the mouth, but also the wolf soldier's nose, ears, eyes and other natural orifices on the body.
Spraying bright red blood.
The blood was as cheerful as a fountain, and the wolf soldier's body shriveled up quickly, like a dried orange, all the water was sprayed out, leaving only a wrinkled body.
What makes Cram feel even more horrified is that it is not just one wolf soldier who is gushing blood until his whole body is shriveled up. With Shibron as the center, any life within a radius of more than ten steps, including the personal wolf soldiers he brought, as well as the coolie camp.
Of course, the guards among them, and the coolies who were not dead, were not spared either. All these lives were spitting out blood like wolf soldiers.
The scene of dozens of guards and hundreds of coolies spitting out blood at the same time was both spectacular and terrifying. The sky was full of flying blood arrows. The red liquid flew up into the air and then scattered down, forming a fluttering blood stream.
fog.
The ground has been dyed red by the falling blood mist, and there are spots of red everywhere. It is so shocking that people can't help but think of the blood pool in hell.
As the blood continued to spurt, there were muffled sounds of "pop" and "pop" everywhere, as if countless water-filled skin bags were crushed to pieces. Then there was the sound of hundreds of haggard corpses falling at the same time.
So many lives, strong or weak, died in the same form. The ground was full of blood and corpses were everywhere. Whether they were brutal guards or weak coolies, they were all treated without distinction and thrown down on the spot. Although these people were all dead
, the remaining blood inside the body was still spurting wildly, as if a huge red sheet enveloped the vicinity of the cemetery. Such a bloody and terrifying scene was enough to keep Cram and all remaining lives in a nightmare for the rest of their lives.
"This...is a blood siphon!"
After all, he was the prince of the wolf clan, and he was indeed knowledgeable. He immediately thought of a terrifying magic name that would make him tremble for the rest of his life.
This was a forbidden spell-level necromantic magic that made all mortal beings tremble. Kram didn't even hesitate and ran away immediately.
However, he was facing Yegana, the steward of the Gray Plains plane and the spokesperson of death. Even if Kram escaped ten times faster, it would not help.
In front of Yegana, the so-called wolf prince is also an insignificant ant, not even an ant. Among the countless epic-level powerful men that Yegana has killed, Kram's strength is not worth it.
By the way, the agent of death doesn’t even know his identity and doesn’t bother to know because God doesn’t care.
With a wave of one hand, a death aura covering a wider area was released.
Under the coverage of this aura, everyone present, as long as they were still alive, felt the fear and helplessness from the deepest soul. For the first time, Kram felt that he was so weak.
In this black atmosphere, there is no possibility of resistance or avoidance.
His despair reached its limit, and his fear reached its limit. As soon as the word death flashed in his mind, it had already become a reality.
His body was like cheese in a frying pan, quickly eroded by the black breath and withering away at a rapid speed.
When all the water in his body evaporated completely, Kram had turned into a zombie like a thousand-year-old mummy.
Klam was the last one to fall, and all the coolies and guards in the cemetery turned into zombies earlier than him.
The black aura that annihilates everything continues to emanate from the King of the Undead, becoming stronger and thicker. This is the aura of death, and the majesty of the King of the Undead!
All life has died, and the breath of death and black mist are everywhere.
Shibron walked out of the shallow pit that he dug with his own hands and prepared to bury himself. His movements were very slow, and his figure seemed a little blurry under the black aura.
The black aura on his body was definitely not strong, but it eclipsed the rising sun. It was like a black mist that even sunlight could not penetrate, turning the sky and the ground near his body into something between black and white.
The gray between them, his figure is hidden in this black mist.
When he walked out of the shallow pit, when his feet stepped on the ground, the ground immediately cracked without warning. The weeds near the footprints suddenly withered and died, and even the fertile soil changed in an instant.
It turned into black sand and dust, like the ashes of a freshly burned furnace.
The scarred face showed neither sadness nor joy, nor any other expression. It was cold and silent. The gray-white eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, without any trace of life, as if they were a walking corpse.
Although Sibron's steps were slow, they were very coordinated and natural. They were completely different from the stiff, mechanical way of walking unique to a dead corpse. It was as if he was still alive, but in a form of death.
The vast black aura continued to emanate from the inside of his body, spreading towards a larger area and becoming thicker, making Shibron's figure and face even more blurry.
Where Shibron walked, the recently dead corpses immediately began to squirm like insects that had just emerged from their eggs. They stood up twisted and swaying, dragging their broken bodies and aimlessly surrounding Shibron.
He moved as he moved, walking slowly in the direction he came from...
When Shibron walked back to the coolie camp with his death slaves, he neither speeded up nor slowed down, nor did he make any stops. He still maintained the same pace.
The black mist has expanded to a radius of tens of meters, and the aura extending from the outer edge covers an even wider area.
As Shibron walked by, an extremely noisy sound suddenly came from the mine where thousands of coolies had just been buried alive. It was as if a hundred thousand bees and a million locusts were flying at the same time. The chaotic sounds came from the mine.
It was coming from the cave, coming from below the ground.
The ground near the mine was surging like the surface of a fish pond. With a roar, the hole sealed by Kram suddenly opened, and among the flying sand and dust, countless corpses that had just died surged.
It squirmed like a swarming insect, rolling out of the hole.
At the same time, the entire coolie camp was boiling, and every inch of the ground was upturned without warning. The corpses buried underground had been dead for who knows how long, and most of them had rotted away, leaving only the jagged skeletons.
These skeletons effortlessly dug up the ground and emerged from the burial ground.
All these fresh or old corpses, like a well-disciplined army, gathered towards Shibron in unison with the sound of clicking and moving.