"Sigh..."
Gusts of Yin Wind blew through the castle hall, and at the same time, several powerful presences suddenly surged.
Then, three zombies suddenly stood up within those copper coffins.
These three zombies each had their own characteristics.
The one in the middle was clad in silver white armor, with a pitch-black face, yet its aura was formidable. Its fingernails curved like hooks, sharp as swords, frighteningly keen.
To the left, one had a pair of wings on its back—it was indeed from the Winged Demon Clan of the Red Flame Demon Realm.
The last one to stand up from the copper coffin had horns on its head, a daunting presence, and its body was engulfed in boiling Demon Flames. It was none other than a powerful member of the Flame Demon Clan.
