The undead army pressed against the outer layer of the Chaos Shield like a tidal wave, a vast black mass that seemed ready to swallow the entire sky.
Ang stood within the magic array, his expression cold as his gaze swept over the endless tide of undead.
Other than vampires and skeletal monsters, whose bodies could condense Bloodline Crystals and Soul Crystals, the other undead were nearly worthless.
Ghouls in particular—if there had been living people on the battlefield, the plague they released after death would have been enough to turn a small city into a land of death in an instant.
At first, the Shield of Holy Light was like crashing waves, washing away the charging undead again and again.
Beneath the white divine radiance, swarms of zombies and wraiths were like sheets of paper roasted by fierce flames, turning to ash as they fell.
But this purifying power was soon pushed to its limits by the endless assault of undead.
For every undead slain, a hundred more quickly took its place. Blood-red eyes and hollow howls piled upon one another, nearly tearing apart heaven and earth.
The light of the Shield of Holy Light Magic Tower flickered erratically as its burden grew heavier and heavier.
Ang felt the Magic Tower trembling from energy overload, and his brows knit tightly.
He sighed, knowing that forcing it any longer would only drag down the defense.
With a wave of his hand, Ang withdrew the Shield of Holy Light and returned all thirty-six Magic Towers to maintaining the Chaos Shield.
The next moment, he formed hand seals and quietly chanted an incantation.
The sky suddenly darkened as heavy clouds rolled in, as though night had fallen ahead of time.
Beneath the clouds, the Elemental Planes of water and fire were forcibly