Uncle circled around Wen Yan at the center, and as he did, ashes drifted across the ground—nearly twenty walking dead had been completely drained of their power, as if they'd just been burned in a luxury furnace, leaving behind only some ashes.
With malevolent energy rising around Uncle and sweeping through the area, the instincts of the surrounding walking dead and wraiths finally started to kick in. They immediately turned and tried to get far away.
It seemed that something farther away had sensed Uncle's presence, as a distant howl echoed through the air.
Wen Yan thought of the green-haired zombie he'd previously encountered in the water ghost domain, and out of caution, shouted out.
"Uncle, come back."
Uncle didn't hesitate for a second, immediately turning around and returning to Wen Yan's side.
Back when they ran into that green-haired zombie, Wen Yan already thought something was odd.
There were two strange things about it.
