Outside the camp, the Dark Clan and the Undead Council had each established their base in the rear areas.
The Undead Council had already made their decision. For the time ahead, their focus would be on cultivating God-level necromancy domain abilities and exploring the Netherworld.
Since they had rested enough, it was time to start working again.
Fang Heng gently rubbed his wrist.
For now, the priority was exploration of the Netherworld. As for the grudges with the spawns and the God Clan...
Humph!
He would endure for the moment.
Once he gathered a vast army of death knights, he would go take revenge!
In the distance, a bat flew over.
"Your Majesty."
