In the center of the altar, terrifying corpse Qi pervaded.
The original Lu Family Old Ancestor had now been refined into a "Corpse King."
Its eyes were pitch black, and within its pupils, a hint of blood red flared, and within that blood red, a streak of dark gold shone, making it look utterly different from the other zombies.
The Corpse King's body was enwreathed with an almost tangible density of corpse Qi, resembling gray-black blood that twined around it.
It suddenly swelled in size; its originally withered corpse flesh, as the blood vessels coagulated, gradually became burly, towering over nine feet tall.
The Corpse King's body surged with evil power, and its aura was cold and dreadful, with an underlying brutality and a fearsome majesty which made people quake in fear.
Zhang Quan looked on, eyes filled with obsession, muttering:
"Good! Good!"
"Worthy of being the Corpse King!"
"Worthy of commanding tens of thousands of zombies—the Corpse King has such an aura of corpse Qi, such an imposing presence, truly extraordinary!"
"I, Zhang Quan, have not let down the expectations of my ancestors, nor have I failed the bloodline of the Zhang family. I have finally refined the ultimate Corpse King of the Zhang Family's Corpse Path!"
Zhang Quan fell to his knees with a thud and made several loud kowtows facing the empty ground on the other side.
"Ancestors above, your descendant Zhang Quan has brought glory to our lineage!"
After bowing his head, Zhang Quan stood up, took a deep breath, and then took out the pitch-black Corpse Controlling Bell that was neither stone nor wood, neither bronze nor iron and shook the bell to command the Corpse King.
At the sound of the bell, the Corpse King's gaze shifted, as if it had "come to life."
Simultaneously, the iron coffins of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses began to stir.
The coffin lids were thrown open, and one after another, dark cyan hands reached out from the coffins. Iron Corpses, obeying the orders of the Corpse King, climbed out of the iron coffins, bowing before the Corpse King and then turning to kowtow toward Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan was overjoyed!
He could feel that through commanding the Corpse King, he could control these more than twenty Iron Corpses simultaneously!
More than twenty Iron Corpses!
That meant more than twenty Foundation Building combat forces under his command.
And this was just the beginning, and there would be more in the future!
As long as he controlled the Iron Corpses to group attack and kill Foundation Building Cultivators, and then refined their dead bodies into Iron Corpses, and used the Iron Corpses to kill more Foundation Builders...
This cycle repeated itself, and he would have more and more Iron Corpses under his command.
Without the Corpse King, he could only control one or two Iron Corpses at most at the same time.
But with the Corpse King, even if there were hundreds of Iron Corpses, he could control them all at once.
In this way, he would have an army of demonic "Corpse soldiers" under his sole command, comparable to Second Grade Taoist Soldiers!
In the Second-Grade Prefecture Border, this Corpse army could sweep away all before it, invincible!
For a moment, Zhang Quan's heart blossomed with joy.
But just as Zhang Quan was lost in his fantasies, he was completely oblivious to the fact that an Iron Corpse behind him had its stiff eyes rotate, its gaze slightly turning green as it slowly turned its head towards him.
The Iron Corpse opened its mouth, displaying its dark cyan fangs.
It silently moved behind Zhang Quan, opening its gaping maw, its fangs sharp and foul-smelling, coated with a yin-green Corpse Poison as it viciously bit down on Zhang Quan's neck!
Cold, dangerous winds blew in waves!
Zhang Quan jolted alert, feeling an icy chill on his back, as if something were standing behind him, its rotten breath spraying on the back of his neck, making his hairs stand on end.
In the corner of his eye, he saw an ugly dark cyan corpse face and a pair of venomous fangs!
Zhang Quan was horrified and quickly twisted his body to the side.
But the reaction time was too short, and although he managed to avoid a fatal attack, his right shoulder was still grazed by the fangs of the Iron Corpse, leaving two bloody marks, tearing his clothing and soaking it with blood.
The cold and strange Corpse Poison, following the wound, mixed into the bloodstream, spreading throughout his body.
Zhang Quan felt that a bloodthirsty, non-human consciousness was gradually taking over his own.
Iron Corpse Corpse Poison!
Zhang Quan's heart trembled with fear, and he hastily retreated several yards, taking out a bottle of Pills and swallowing them to temporarily suppress the Corpse Poison in his body.
Having suppressed the Corpse Poison, Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze then turned cold as he looked towards the Iron Corpse.
This Iron Corpse wanted to kill him?!
But to his surprise, after biting him once, the Iron Corpse no longer moved and stopped in its tracks.
Zhang Quan frowned, "What's happening?"
He remained cautious, inching closer to take a look.
He found that aside from his own blood on the fangs of this Iron Corpse, there was nothing else unusual about it.
Zhang Quan tried to control it.
This Iron Corpse's movements and retreats were completely under his command, without a hint of loss of control.
Zhang Quan furrowed his brow.