roar!

As Wang Mian roared, figures emerged from the Imperial Clan one after another.

Those figures are the dead members of the Imperial Clan. They are old people, but they are no longer old.

But all of them look very young.

Moreover, the number is still increasing!

"Where are the four poles?" Wang Mian roared.

The next moment, a young man's figure, wearing a battle armor, stood up on the platform.

Just now, there was nothing on the platform.

"Here!" the Antarctic Sky Open said.

He turned into a young man, but his aura became more intense, and he looked at the bloody sky.

He looked at the entire Imperial Dao clan.

Here, the ghost energy is soaring, and here, the gloomy energy is dense.

Completely different from the breath of death, the breath here has a self-contained breath.

Not only the Tiangong of the Antarctic, but also the Tiangong of the North Pole, the West Pole, and the East Pole also appear here.

Figures are gathering, and groups of Yin soldiers are converging!

The huge Imperial clan has turned into an army of the undead!

Did Emperor Yuan really give up on this world?

Maybe, maybe, not!
Chapter completed!