The Doomsday Is Coming, and My Undead Army Automatically Hangs Up.

So what if the gods are encircling and suppressing them? I, Huang Yu, came across the border with my remnant soul, vowing to build an eternal underworld in the new world! The fall of the master, the fragmentation of the godhead, the global distortion? This is not the end of the world, this is clearly my paradise! All places of death are my territory! All human beings with superpowers and mutant species are nothing but dust in front of this natural disaster of the undead! "When the divine throne is filled and the servants of the shadow god come to harvest—" Huang Yu stood on the top of the ten thousand-foot-long bone dragon with his hands behind his back, overlooking the gods: "I will let them know who is the real reaper!"