His gaze remained fixed there for several seconds.
Even Carrion noticed it.
"My lord?"
Aiden pointed toward the group.
"The ten peak body tempering practitioners."
Carrion followed his gaze.
"Yes."
Aiden smiled.
"If I can raise even a few of them..."
His smile widened.
"Our strength will increase significantly."
Peak body tempering practitioners weren't ordinary experts.
Every one of them could dominate a battlefield by themselves.
Their physical strength, speed, and combat experience were leagues above ordinary body tempering cultivators.
Aiden slowly stepped toward the center of the courtyard.
The surrounding undead immediately backed away.
Dark mist slowly began leaking from his body.
The air grew colder.
The torches flickered violently.
Every corpse lying on the ground seemed to react to his presence.
Aiden took a deep breath.
Then slowly raised both hands.
"Lord of the Dead."
Necrotic energy erupted outward like a dark storm.
