After a ferocious battle lasting two hours in the First Zone of the Talent Cemetery, a large number of Ancient Geniuses had been annihilated. Likewise, nearly a hundred weaker participating youths fell and remained here forever.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the crisis in the First Zone was over, the ground suddenly shook violently, and a wild aura swept in all directions.
Xiao Ye's heart tightened, and he stared intently, only to see several figures emerging from the rolling black mist. They were Ancient Corpses, and a pungent stench assaulted their noses.
"There are some behind us too!" someone suddenly exclaimed. Xiao Ye looked over and immediately noticed that large numbers of Ancient Corpses, holding decayed weapons, appeared from three other directions, surrounding them like a tide.
