"But the Magic Tower powering the magic array seems to be inside the array. We can't reach it at all." The burly man frowned, his voice low and grave.
As soon as he spoke, the area fell silent.
Everyone stared fixedly at the gray barrier in the distance, their hearts heavy.
The Magic Tower was inside the barrier, which meant they had no way to get at it.
Prince Ak looked gloomy as he suddenly said, "What if we lure him out?"
"That gray barrier does more than defend—it mainly resists the pull of the Abyss Prison. As long as we force him out and prevent him from returning to the barrier, he won't last long."
A sinister gleam flickered in his eyes, as though he could already see Ang trapped outside in a miserable state.
Lanlost, however, shook his head and said coldly, "He won't fall for it that easily. Ang is a very cautious person. Most likely, he won't take a single step outside the barrier."
The situation deadlocked once more.
"The Maple Sugar Plane is about to fall. You people from the undead plane should be very interested in this, shouldn't you?" the burly man suddenly said, his gaze sweeping over the liches with a hint of probing and provocation.
"When the plane falls, not only can you absorb pure elemental power, you may also obtain precious Chaos Power and expand your undead army."
"If you handle it well, this plane might even give rise to a demigod."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost flames in the four liches' eye sockets flickered at once.
"You know quite a lot... about us undead?" one of the liches asked hoarsely, his voice carrying a trace of coldness.
The burly man merely chuckled and spread his hands. "Heh,