They continued on their path with unwavering steps.
No matter who stood in their way, all were mercilessly annihilated beneath the advance of his undead army.
And soon, they too joined its ranks.
For nearly half an hour, they marched forward until the army finally reached a temple-like structure.
"Hmm?" Gang Reyong frowned.
"What's wrong?" Jian Ruxue asked curiously, noticing Gang Reyong had stopped in place.
"It seems my undead cannot advance beyond this point."
"What?" Jian Ruxue was momentarily stunned. To test it, she stepped ahead of the army, but a wave of nausea struck her.
Mysterious chants echoed in her mind, forcing her to retreat step by step. Her skin began to burn visibly, and the black haze surrounding her flickered erratically.
Jian Ruxue collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
She hurriedly turned around and staggered back, breathing heavily.
The longer she remained there, the more it felt as if her soul would be erased.
