Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed as he watched the battlefield shift.
The once-motionless bodies twitched, jerked, and trembled as dark energy pulsed through them.
The beasts he had just slain—beasts that had fallen beneath his claws, tail, and fangs—were no longer corpses.
They were rising once more, their bodies reanimated by an unseen force.
At first, it was slow.
A twitching claw here, a flickering tail there.
Then, all at once, the battlefield erupted in unnatural movement.
Limbs snapped into place with sickening cracks, gaping wounds stitched together with dark, pulsating energy, and lifeless eyes burned with eerie demonic light.
Wei Long exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as the revived horde surrounded him. "Oh? You guys still have some fight left in you?" His voice carried amusement, but his muscles tensed in anticipation.
The first to lunge at him was the massive serpent he had crushed earlier.
