Mighty Lion Douluo stood on the city wall, his gaze blazing like torches.
He could not wait any longer. If this dragged on, the Mountain Clan would not be able to hold out.
He directly used his Eighth Soul Skill—Hundred Beasts Bow.
A gigantic flaming lion appeared behind Mighty Lion Douluo. The lion threw back its head and roared, its voice exploding across the sky like thunder.
The roar spread in every direction, piercing through the deathly dark clouds, piercing through the volcanic ash clouds, and resounding across the entire Hundred Thousand Volcanoes.
The instant the roar fell, countless Soul Beasts surged out of the mountain forests.
Though the Hundred Thousand Volcanoes was desolate, it was not without Soul Beasts.
Flame Birds, Lava Lizards, Flame Snakes, Crimson Flame Scorpions, Magma Turtles, Volcano Ants, and Soul Beasts whose names no one could even call out surged in from every direction.
They charged into the undead army, tearing at skeletons, trampling Zombies, and devouring Ghosts.
The Soul Beasts were fewer than the undead, but their attacks were ferocious. Every strike could take down several undead.
The undead army's offensive abruptly slowed, and its formation began to descend into chaos.
The Evil Spirit Master stood on high ground behind the undead army, his black cloak snapping in the sinister wind blowing out of the deathly dark clouds.
He raised his right hand, and a bolt of black lightning fell from the deathly dark clouds onto him.
The Undead Saint Mage martial soul emerged—a massive illusory figure clad in a black cloak, holding a white-bone staff, its face hidden beneath its hood. Only a pair of ghostly blue eyes flickered in the darkness.
Martial Soul Avatar—Undead Saint Mage.
The staff lifted, and a beam of black light shot from its tip, heading straight for