Upon seeing this, Xu Tong immediately asked the battleship to follow.

After crossing the two worlds again, what everyone saw was a dark evil that covered the sky.

Looking around, I saw countless corpses moving forward on the ground.

Gao Zhuo's spirit was shaken, and when he looked around, his eyes shone brightly.

The other players felt their scalps numb as they watched this scene, as an army of tens of millions of corpses appeared in front of them as black as ants.

There are even corpses of gods and beasts among them.

"Da da da da..."

In the distance, neat footsteps sounded, and a ghost rider wearing black armor was seen approaching in a mighty manner.

Different from the ghost riders Xu Tong had encountered in the underworld, this ghost rider was the elite among the elite in the underworld.

It was Du Ziren who spent countless years raising an army.

Looking at the entire Hades, except for the Forbidden Army on Youshan Mountain, there is no army that can fight with it.

Just the attack of that devastating aura made many players feel the taste of destruction.

Not to mention those resurrected dead gods, not even the third generation of gods would dare to rashly set foot in this country that has become the world of the dead.

A cavalryman discovered Xu Tong and rushed over quickly. After reining in his horse, he took off his helmet and revealed a handsome face: "Commander of the Central Army, pay homage to the emperor!"

Xu Tong stared at the face in front of him and was stunned.

Not only was he stunned, even Gao Zhuo was dumbfounded. He stared at the handsome face in front of him with wide eyes: "Fuck! Are you still alive???"
Chapter completed!