183: Chapter 183 Bluffing, these zombies are definitely bluffing!!

At the same time, the Zombie Race poses no great threat; as long as the Shura Ghost God is annihilated, they will have no worries.

Therefore, allying with the Zombie Race is definitely the best choice!

"Let's go, let's first go in and meet this Corpse God! Let him know our strength first!"

Tarba Supreme snorted coldly!

The next moment, he directly led over a thousand Martial Gods, at least hundreds of thousands of Martial Emperors, and countless Martial Saint-level powerhouses, flying towards the God Realm.

This was already one-tenth of the Tarba Clan's powerhouses.

Of course, if Tarba Supreme was included, it was almost half of their combat strength.

.........

A few hours later.

The Tarba Clan's army had arrived in front of the endless Corpse Poison.

Looking at the green poisonous mist that enveloped an area of a million kilometers, everyone felt the immense danger contained within the mist.

Tarba Supreme directly grabbed a few Tarba People who were there for training and casually threw them in.

However, something that shocked everyone happened.

Those Tarba People who were thrown in were instantly transformed into the Zombie Race.

Moreover, through the Purple Entries that appeared above their heads, it was discovered that the Purple Entries of the Zombie Race after transformation had directly reached Purple Entries!

The reason it wasn't silver was mainly because Ling Feng had set a threshold!

Only those with strong enough inherent talent were qualified to be transformed into the weakest Silver Luck.

Although Silver Luck was also infinite, it consumed energy!

The energy to transform one Silver Luck was enough for him to transform a thousand Purple Entries!

However, the Tarba Clan, unaware of this, merely thought that this poison could directly transform into Scarlet Zombies!

Of course, even so, it still caused all of them to pale in shock.

"This is indeed the Zombie's Corpse Poison, but I've never heard that Corpse Poison can turn into a poisonous mist?

And this Corpse Poison is too powerful, isn't it? It can actually transform two third or fourth-order wastes into Zombies with Purple Entries!

Doesn't that mean that as long as these two Zombies are given a thousand years, they can cultivate into Martial Saints or even Martial Emperors!?

If this were just the Zombie Race's strongest innate Corpse Poison of the first tier, it would be fine; one could only transform 100 Zombies with Purple Entries in a lifetime!

But if this Purple Entries is a second-tier or even third-tier Luck, then isn't that a bit too outrageous?"

A Martial God analyzed, taking a sharp breath.

And as soon as these words came out, everyone present showed horror.

The first tier was fine; any Zombie with Silver Luck could do it.

However, these two were casually thrown in and transformed into Purple Entries; could this be innate Corpse Poison?

Certainly not, it might be the second-tier advanced Corpse Poison.

If so, that means this poisonous mist can transform at most 10,000 Purple Entries!

That's still acceptable!

But if this were a third-tier Corpse Poison, wouldn't it be a bit too heaven-defying?

Infinitely transforming Purple Entries, this is simply a joke!

"If it really is just third-tier Corpse Poison, then according to the Zombie's Luck level calculation,

Then could the Corpse God's bloodline Luck level have surpassed gold and reached the legendary Dark Gold!

If that were truly the case, it would indeed be enough to make the Shura Ghost God fear him!"

Tarba Supreme also began to analyze at this moment.

But analyzing to this point, he started to feel absurd. These were Zombies, fierce beasts with Golden Luck. As long as a Zombie survived, it could surpass the Tenth Order in the future and become an existence above an Eleventh Order Supreme.

And if he possessed the legendary Dark Gold Luck, then what would happen?

According to calculations, couldn't he reach the Thirteenth or even Fourteenth Order?

This is simply a joke!

How could such a terrifying existence appear in their Tarba Civilization, such a weak galactic civilization's territory?

"Supreme, could it be that the Corpse Poison of all Corpse Gods and Zombie Masters expanded simultaneously to form this poisonous mist?

They also sensed our malicious intent, so they used their innate Corpse Poison to scare us!?

After all, the Zombie Race must have also discovered the commotion on the Shura Ghost God's side!

The Zombie Race must also be afraid that we will attack them!

Then they would be attacked from both sides!"

Suddenly, a Martial God began to analyze!

As soon as this analysis came out, all the Martial Gods present suddenly realized. Oh, why hadn't they thought of that?

That could only be the reason.

Golden Luck and even stronger Dark Gold Luck?

Is it possible? Absolutely not!

If he had it, this Corpse God, a figure who existed hundreds of thousands of years ago, would have long since surpassed the Eleventh Order by now.

"Hmm, that's a very good analysis. It's probably like that. With the Zombie Race's intelligence, they can only think of such clumsy scare tactics!"

Tarba Supreme also had some similar conjectures before, and his hanging heart instantly relaxed.

"All Martial Gods and Martial Emperors, follow me in to meet this so-called Corpse God!"

Tarba Supreme smiled coldly. The next moment, endless power condensed around his body, forming a powerful shield.

All the Martial Gods and Martial Emperors behind him simultaneously unleashed terrifying power, forming strong shields around their bodies.

Under the leadership of Tarba Supreme, everyone rushed into the poisonous mist.

Although the poisonous mist was corroding his shield, it had no effect.

Everyone felt relieved.

Within the endless poisonous mist, everyone rapidly flew towards the center.

However, very quickly, after flying only a few hundred kilometers, their vision suddenly cleared!

The poisonous mist had all dissipated.

They looked up and realized that the poisonous mist had only formed a barrier a few hundred kilometers wide, covering an area of a million kilometers.

And in front of them, the Corpse God, over a hundred thousand kilometers tall, sat on his divine throne, looking down at them.

Around the Corpse God, there were also over a hundred Corpse Gods.

"Roar!!"

"Roar!!!"

"Roar!!!

.........

Upon seeing so many Martial Gods rush in, these Corpse Gods all roared madly!

However, under the Corpse God's suppression, none of them charged forward.

"Outsiders! I didn't expect you to actually dare to break in! You're quite bold!"

Seeing the Tarba Clan, Tu Yun's expression instantly turned cold!

From his tone, it seemed as if he was truly enraged from being exposed of his minor tricks!

"Are you Tu Yun, who annihilated the entire continent back then? I am Tarba, the Supreme of the Tarba Clan!

I have come this time to make a deal with you!"

Tarba Supreme smiled, then explained the plan for the two races to join forces and eliminate the Shura Ghost God.

After hearing his words, Tu Yun frowned.

He seemed somewhat moved.