Traveling through the world of beast control, Lin Fan inherited a funeral parlor and a thin shadow cat.
While all the beast masters in the city are pursuing stronger bloodlines and more dazzling skills, what he deals with all day long is aging, death and the beast souls that don't want to go away.
Until a tide of beasts attacked the city, and the king-level ferocious beasts tore apart the city walls. In the despair of the whole city——
Underground throughout the city, countless pairs of eyes lit by ancient war spirits opened.
He said softly: "The dead souls here listen to my orders."
Rotten tail [smile]