I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

The Corpse Cult Leader's gaze remained fixed on Qi Qi, burning with an unsettling intensity.

Chen Yang instinctively felt a chill; he had never felt such intense disgust for anyone before.

The man exuded a dangerous aura, like a colossal beast from the abyss coldly watching its prey.

He wanted to call Qiqi back, but found Qiqi standing next to the man with a relieved expression, seemingly without any doubt about him. Chen Yang hesitated and could only give up.

He noticed that the man's gaze kept drifting towards the distant tower.

That tower soared into the clouds, no less impressive than the Tower of Ascension.

Meanwhile, the aerial battle intensified.

Aatrox killed two ninth-tier plants in a row, but the remaining plants seemed to realize his terrifying power and began to carefully coordinate and besiege Aatrox.

This made it difficult for Aatrox to break the deadlock for the time being.

Not to mention the Obsidian Nut Giant that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Its body was as if forged from obsidian, indestructible, and its fists carried the power of thunder, making it able to fight Aatrox to a standstill.

During the battle, strange black runes flowed across the surface of the obsidian giant's body.

Chen Yang and Soren shouted out almost simultaneously.

"Rune?"

"Plague!"

Their voices overlapped in the air, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with shock.

Soren stared intently at Chen Yang, frowning as he asked, "What did you just say?"

Chen Yang also realized something was wrong and asked, "What is the corpse plague?"

A strange sense of unease arose between the two.

The leader of the Corpse Cult suddenly chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of mockery and admiration.

"Chen Yang, is that so?" His gaze shifted to Chen Yang. "You also recognize this power?"

Parker instinctively stepped in front of Chen Yang, gripping his weapon tightly, clearly extremely wary of the man.

The leader of the Corpse Cult ignored Parker's guard and continued to smile, "Presumably, you've seen similar markings on Qiqi, haven't you?"

Chen Yang was taken aback, then nodded, trying to brush it off: "I don't know what these patterns are called, so I just call them runes."

"Hehe, the title doesn't matter," the Corpse Cult Leader narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low but filled with inexplicable excitement, "The key is this power itself."

As they spoke, more ninth-tier plants appeared in the air.

Black runes also appeared on their bodies, swirling with an eerie light.

These runes were not static, but rather moved like living things, emanating an indescribable oppressive force within the plant's body.

With these powers amplified, Aatrox gradually found himself at a disadvantage in the battle.

Even though each of his strikes was enough to cleave mountains, he struggled to move against these plants that possessed the power of the plague.

Chen Yang stared intently at the battle, then asked in astonishment, "Why do these plants possess such power?!"

The leader of the Corpse Cult did not answer, but slowly raised his head and looked at the plants in the air.

These plants, possessing the power of the plague, were naturally his creation.

Back then, he made deals with almost every power in the royal city; no ninth-tier plant could resist the temptation of such power.

After all, the power of this plague was truly astonishing.

Now, seeing so many ninth-tier plants beginning to use the power of the zombie plague, his gaze gradually became fanatical, and the smile on his face became increasingly distorted.

That's what he wanted.

Soon, these plants carrying the plague will all become mindless zombies.

Seeing the man's ferocious expression, Chen Yang subconsciously took a few steps back.

"This power comes from the supreme 'source of the plague'!" he murmured, his tone revealing an undisguised ecstasy.

His voice gradually rose in intensity, his gaze fixed intently on the plants, "Do you see it? This power, a power that transcends everything! It is reshaping life, creating miracles again!"

His body trembled slightly, as if he were immersed in an unparalleled ecstasy.

Chen Yang, however, only felt a chill run down his spine.

The leader of the Corpse Cult, panting heavily, squatted down to be at eye level with Qi Qi, gently stroking her head, his tone full of concern: "Qi Qi, you've been having a good time lately, haven't you?"

Qiqi nodded and replied, "Yes! I had a lot of fun, Uncle Bishop."

The Corpse Cult Leader's smile deepened, as if a loving elder were visiting a family member: "Since you're so happy, shouldn't you let Zero come out and have some fun too?"

Qiqi tilted her head and thought for a moment: "But Brother Chen Yang said that we can't just let Zero out..."

The leader of the Corpse Cult paused slightly, then said softly, "Yes, you've always been very obedient."

Then, his voice lowered a few decibels: "But sometimes, we also need to learn to share happiness, right?"

Before Qi Qi could react, the Corpse Cult Leader's other hand suddenly swept across her neck.

A cold light flashed, and blood blossomed instantly.

Qi Qi's eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her neck with both hands, but blood still gushed out, soaking her clothes and splattering on the face of the Corpse Cult Leader.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her, her lips trembling slightly, wanting to say something, but only managing to utter a faint whisper.

"Master... Uncle..."

The Corpse Cult Leader's smile remained gentle, but his eyes were filled with utter madness: "Seven Seven, this is for a higher goal."

"Remember, you only have one goal, and that is that tower."

Qiqi's legs went weak, and she knelt down, staring blankly at the sky.

Chen Yang and Soren stared wide-eyed in shock.

"Are you crazy?!" Chen Yang roared, his voice filled with anger and confusion.

Soren muttered a curse under his breath: "That madman..."

Pike had already moved; he pounced on the Corpse Cult Leader like a shadow.

However, as he approached the ground, a strange fluctuation emanated from Qi Qi, like an invisible barrier that blocked him away.

The leader of the Corpse Cult maintained his smile, turning to look at Qi Qi's kneeling body: "Nieba, now it's your stage."

The moment the words left her lips, Qiqi's body suddenly stiffened.

Her eyes were vacant, as if she had lost her soul.

At the same time, a chilling aura spread from her body, an aura carrying an indescribable sense of oppression and destruction.

Black runes gradually appeared around Qiqi's body, twisting like ripped souls, swirling around her.

Niba, the spirit that represents the deepest despair, begins to possess this body.

A deep hum echoed, and the power surging within her runes became even more violent.

Chen Yang's eyes widened, his lips trembling slightly: "This... runes!"

The leader of the Corpse Cult laughed maniacally, his voice filled with an almost intoxicated pride: "Finally, finally it's done! The complete carrier of the Corpse Plague is born!"

With his maniacal laughter, the icy energy surged even stronger.