Shen Yanxiao could not help but shiver. The Undead race was not only an evil race, but the resurrection technique that reversed life and death seemed to be mocking the concept of life. It was horrifying.

The reason why the Undead race was hated by all races was firstly because of their bad nature and secondly, their blasphemy against life.

Even the gods and devils would die one day, but the undead could rely on their strength to resurrect the dead in their undead form.

Life was precious because you could only go through it once. Being born and dying were in accordance with the natural laws. However, the undeads violated the laws of nature and even distorted the will of the deceased, turning countless lonely souls into their slaves.

Sal personally invited Mingye to come forward, and Mingye brought Shen Yanxiao to the edge of the array.

As they approached the array, the smell of blood assaulted their noses.

Shen Yanxiao frowned.

“Please cast the spell, Your Highness.” Sal knelt on one knee.

“Your Highness, please cast the spell!” All the undeads in the Dragon Cemetery knelt down in unison and roared.

Mingye slightly nodded and stepped forward.

This was the first time Shen Yanxiao had seen an undead attempting resurrection. She narrowed her eyes and watched what was happening in front of her.

Mingye slightly opened his mouth, then a string of obscure incantations overflowed from his mouth. His speech was slow, and a strong wind mixed with black mist condensed from under his feet. The black mist spread to the array, like a cluster of black flames, spreading in all directions from one point.

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Everything was like a nightmare. Black mist enveloped the entire Dragon Cemetery as wisps of black smoke slowly rose.

Shen Yanxiao seemed to have heard a roar from hell. The wisps of black smoke looked like twisted hideous faces that struggled in the strong wind, revealing expressions of despair.

The entire Dragon Cemetery was covered by a powerful death energy, and all the dragons retreated.

Shen Yanxiao had to stand by Mingye’s side to prevent any abnormalities from happening to the curse. She was basically standing in the center of the vortex of death energy. The aura of death surging from all directions almost made her unable to breathe. Every breath was like inhaling countless gravel into her lungs, making her break out in cold sweat.

However, Shen Yanxiao dared not let Xiu take action. Under the gaze of so many undeads, the appearance of the slightest trace of divine aura would arouse the vigilance of the undeads.

Shen Yanxiao could only hold her breath and use the flow of blood to obtain the thin oxygen in the air.

Suddenly, Mingye spoke faster, and the black smoke increased wildly, almost forming a huge black hole in the sunken cemetery.

Even though Shen Yanxiao’s vision was extraordinary, she could barely see Mingye’s blurry figure in such a situation.

Accompanied by Mingye’s incantation, the ground of the Dragon Cemetery suddenly trembled violently, and the sound of the earth cracking was intertwined with the rustling sound of leaves being torn by the wind.

Suddenly, something strange happened to Shen Yanxiao’s body. Something invisible seemed to be pouring into her body with the wind.

In an instant, a huge pain covered her entire body, as if all her bones had been crushed in an instant. The huge pain caused Shen Yanxiao’s mind to collapse in an instant!

Shen Yanxiao’s strength seemed to have been drained, but there seemed to be two forces intertwined in her body. The repulsion between the two forces almost tore her body into two.