Ghosts floated down from the clouds above, their translucent bodies flickering in and out of sight in the dusk. Things were crawling along the mountain walls on both sides too—Skeleton Spiders, Skeleton Centipedes, and monsters he couldn't name.
"Form up!" Zhu Hongbai's voice exploded through the valley. The ten Soul Kings immediately formed a circular formation, protecting Zhu Hongbai at the center. Martial Souls were summoned one after another—Hell Spirit Cat, Shadow Leopard, Black Tiger, Gray Wolf.
They were all shadow-type Martial Souls, suited for lurking, assassination, and ambush, but not for a head-on clash.
"General, our retreat's been cut off!" There was a trace of panic in the adjutant's voice.
Zhu Hongbai glanced at the Undead behind them.
They were packed densely together, stretching beyond sight. Though they did not look as elite as the Skeleton Legion ahead, there were far more of them.
The enemy had deliberately placed their heavy forces behind them to force them forward.
The way ahead was a dead end, and retreat was a dead end too, but the way ahead still held a sliver of hope.
"Sense the direction! Where are the Undead thinnest? Which side is relatively safer?"
The only perception-type Soul Master in the group closed his eyes, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.
"Ahead! Although the Undead ahead look more elite, there are far fewer of them, and their types are uniform, so it's easier to break through. That's our only chance! The enemy deliberately placed their heavy forces behind us to stop us from retreating and force us forward! They want to drive us deeper inside, into their home ground! But precisely because of that, our only path to survival is ahead. Break through the enemy's Skeleton Legion, and we'll have a chance to live."
Zhu Hongbai