Nobody answered him immediately.
Because they were all thinking the same thing.
One woman covered her mouth slightly.
"You mean…"
Another man finished the thought for her.
"Someone made the dead fight for them."
The table went silent.
Even the surrounding conversations quieted slightly after those words were spoken aloud.
It sounded insane.
Impossible.
And yet, no one could deny what happened.
At another table, a middle-aged cultivator frowned deeply while gripping his cup.
"There are only a few forces in the continent capable of strange abilities like this," he said quietly.
The others looked at him immediately.
"You mean the top five?"
The man nodded slowly.
A younger practitioner scoffed nervously.
"That's ridiculous. Why would one of those monsters come all the way to a backwater region like ours?"
"That's exactly why it doesn't make sense," the older man replied.
