Before long, only Fu Ye and the two women remained in the attic.
Liu Ru asked softly, "My lord, aren't we going to take a look?"
Fu Ye picked up the teacup on the table and took a light sip, his tone calm.
"That big fellow is still of some use for now. Let Zhu Meng and the others play with it first."
Fu Ye set down his teacup and gazed through the attic window toward the northern horizon.
There, a dense undead aura, nauseatingly thick, was rapidly closing in. Black clouds spread over like a tide, staining the sky with a deathly ink-black hue.
Liu Ru and Liu Xian exchanged glances, each seeing understanding in the other's eyes.
With Fu Ye's strength, dealing with the Corpse Monarch would be no more than a wave of his hand.
Atop the northern city wall, the defensive magic formation had been fully activated. A pale golden barrier enveloped the entire wall like a massive shield.
More than two hundred mages stood in their positions, waiting in stern formation.
Zhu Meng and Du Xiao stood at the very front of the wall, their eyes fixed on the north.
"They're here!" Du Xiao suddenly barked.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a black flood emerging on the distant horizon. Countless undead surged forward like ants, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
At the forefront were more than a dozen Bone Generals, each several zhang tall. Their bones gleamed like white jade, yet exuded a chilling aura. They gripped enormous bone sabers, and every step made the ground tremble faintly.
Behind the Bone Generals were dozens of Corpse Generals. Their bodies were covered in rot and gave off a foul stench. Heavy corpse armor encased them, while rusted weapons swung in their hands