When Gang Ryeong looked upon the undead figure of the Third-stage Martial Artist, he felt a thrill of excitement.
Now, killing a Third-stage Martial Artist would be even easier.
With his endless, undying army—
And this Third-stage Martial Artist at the helm, it would work perfectly for him.
A Martial Artist could tire quickly, especially those in the lower stages.
If there were a thousand ordinary soldiers, they could very well exhaust a Third-stage Martial Artist to death, just like Gang Ryeong had done.
Now imagine if Gang Ryeong had a thousand undead. Would this brawny, green-skinned man have even stood a chance?
The odds of any Third-Stage Martial Artist holding out for even a moment were next to none.
Sigh.
Gang Ryeong looked around at his surroundings, snapping out of his reverie.
Then he looked at his undead army and frowned:
"How do I call them back?"
Just then, a blue prompt appeared in front of him, stunning Gang Ryeong.
