Under the fire rain across the sky, no one could escape.
And what terrified him even more was yet to come—
The fire rain that danced across the sky had barely stopped for a few moments when a thick black cloud suddenly drifted over their heads.
Black raindrops suddenly fell from the sky, shattering in the burning flames, dried into wisps of black mist by the heat waves.
Entwined by the black mist, a slew of dead corpses suddenly twitched their bodies, staggering as they rose from the ground, their mouths issuing hoarse murmurs.
"Ugh—"
Watching the bodies of his dead subordinates being desecrated, Kuchal's eyes widened, his pupils full of furious rage.
He jerked his head up, his gaze fixating straight on the Lizardman Corpse Ghost standing atop the Dragon Turtle, letting out an angry roar from his mouth.
"What have you done?!"
Octo calmly watched the shocked and furious Kuchal, his deep, hoarse voice tinged with mockery.
