"No good, it's the rampant Rat Plague!"
Mo Kan's face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted behind him, "Elder, quickly release the Ancestor Corpse, or we are doomed!"
No sooner had his voice faded than the lowest level of the White Tower in the city suddenly revealed two white stone gates, which flashed open and then out leapt two Iron Armor Corpses, clad entirely in armor, with greenish-black skin and flesh.
From afar in the sky, Zhao Sheng's gaze shifted towards the White Tower, watching as the two Iron Armor Corpses sprang ten zhang in a bound, streaking through the air seven or eight times, quickly leaping onto the castle wall and then voluntarily into the midst of the Guan Shu crowd, unleashing a mad slaughter.
Zhao Sheng was not surprised at all; he had known seven days earlier that the Golden-shaped White Tower was a place for nurturing corpses, and these two Iron Armor Corpses were indeed ancestors of the Mo Family.
Squeak Squeak!
