Disastrous Necromancer

The sounds of battle, screams, and wails echoed through the fortress.

Under the godly general command, every soldier obeyed without hesitation. Disobedience was met with immediate suspicion.

Bai Yiyuan’s gaze was sharp as lightning as he surveyed the fortress. Housing a 10,000-strong army, it was filled with top-level class users, including many level 80-plus peak-level class users.

The names he called were few, but those individuals were swiftly apprehended—some resisting were killed on the spot.

Floating midair, Meng Anwen remained silent, observing indifferently. Behind him, the Shenxia Tower rotated slowly, emitting a low hum.

Bai Yiyuan alone was enough to handle this; there was no need for Meng Anwen to intervene.

The battle ended in less than five minutes.

Of the eighteen on Bai Yiyuan’s list, eleven were executed instantly. The remaining seven, their limbs broken, lay on the ground like stray dogs.

There was no room for argument—Bai Yiyuan wouldn’t allow it.

A beam of light shot from the Shenxia Tower, enveloping the seven, who vanished—transported into the tower.

Bai Yiyuan swept his piercing gaze over the gathered soldiers, "Not bad. You've done well. As soldiers, never forget the iron rule—military orders are absolute."

The soldiers shouted in unison: "We obey the godly general’s command!"