"Good!" The Grand Master of Fist rose excitedly at those words.
He looked around at the others, his gaze lingering briefly on Chan, and said solemnly, "Then prepare to attack! This time, we must wipe out these undead and restore peace and tranquility to the Eastern Realm."
The leaders of the various factions left to make their preparations.
Before leaving, Chan could not help glancing at the Eastern Diji. According to legend, Her Highness possessed a mysterious power that allowed her to summon a mighty creature from the deepest reaches of the Eastern Mountains.
The battle soon erupted.
The next day, the monks launched their attack on the members of the Cult of the Dragon before them. As the fighting broke out, the dracoliches circling the mountaintop swiftly sprang into action.
Subspecies wyverns took to the air one after another.
Over a hundred subspecies wyverns transformed into undead all but blotted out the sky, filling countless people with a stifling sense of oppression. A thick death aura radiated from their bodies, and ghostly green soul fire flickered in their eyes. Even a glance from them could stun an ordinary person outright, and even adventurers struggled to deal with such enemies. The druids loathed these undead, but they could do nothing about them. No form of Polymorph could contend with so many dracoliches, and most spells had difficulty reaching the wyverns in the sky. Just then, however, a strange melody drifted from the rear of their ranks. Accompanied by the sacrificial ritual of numerous graceful dancers, a peculiar ripple swiftly spread into the distance.
This was an ancient form of Shamanic Sacrifice and Shamanic Dance.
Eastern Dancers had originally been shrine maidens, and dance itself had first arisen as a means of communicating with heaven and earth and offering worship to