The desert of the undead, the cemetery of the immortal sages.

Grand hall.

Hundreds of high-level undead tribes gathered in the hall, waiting silently.

Not long after, in the cold and dark corridor on one side, the high priest of the undead slowly came out.

The high priest exuded a soaring divine light, and walked straight up to the throne, leaning against the side of the seat with the golden bone staff in his hand.

Scanning the crowd of undead below, a gloom strikes directly at the coldness of the soul

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