A phrase suddenly appeared in Fang Liwen's mind: *The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. The living must flee.*
Fang Liwen's mind was already filled with terror. As he watched Xia Liang gradually approach, his face turned deathly pale. His men were also surrounded by these monsters, unable to break free. Many of them had even been scared to death on the spot.
In their eyes, Xia Liang was like the Living King Yama descending upon the mortal world. The hundreds of twitching corpses around him were his spectral army. In reality, Xia Liang could have controlled these corpses to walk or even run normally; there was no need to make them hop. But he figured this was more shocking. The sight of hundreds of corpses twitching toward someone like zombies would probably scare any ordinary person to death.
As for Fang Liwen, he was only now beginning to understand what kind of person they had provoked.
