Meanwhile, at the command post of the heretic temporary stronghold.
A white-haired old man in a black robe sat cross-legged upon a holy lotus, his entire body radiating an eerie, ghost-like glow, resembling a grim reaper presiding over the netherworld.
Bathed in this eerie light, tens of thousands of fallen souls and phantoms within the surrounding area were suddenly enveloped. One after another, the warriors who had long since perished in battle gradually condensed into tangible entities, finally growing flesh and blood.
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