At Mu Yuan's command, General Duo Lai had stopped attacking without anyone noticing. Isroya merely relied on her profound mastery to dodge around while watching the battle.
The protagonists of the battlefield were now the Undead Troops.
They defended, charged, and gathered their strength.
At times, the fearsome power of the wraiths merged together, forming black radiance that drifted across the sky. Even the devout nuns rolled their eyes back and collapsed limply on the spot.
At times, the Skeleton Warlords swung their greatswords in unison. The black mist released by their Cleave skills intertwined and fused, transforming into a mighty sword beam dozens of meters long.
"As expected. Just as I thought, battles against opponents stronger than themselves, yet incapable of defeating them in a single blow, are the best way to temper everyone's combat skills, experience, fighting spirit, and..."
A certain prototype!
The brutal slaughter continued for more than twenty minutes. By the end, only Rakshasa, Red, and Bone Two Three Four among the generals were still fighting. Everyone else had stopped.
That was because this prototype could only be condensed by troops of the same type and the same branch.
No matter how powerful a fully formed army assembled from a "mixed bag" was, it could never merge as seamlessly as the Skeleton Warlords and wraiths.
By the end of the battle, the weakest Skeleton Warlords and wraiths had all been killed. Among the elite troops, only a handful of Undead Bone Funeral Masters and evil spirits remained.
They stood on the utterly ruined battlefield.
The invisible force spreading from their bodies grew increasingly fierce, churning the black clouds.
Vaguely, the black mist seemed about to manifest some kind of scene, but like a bubble, it burst with a soft pop.
"It's still a little short."
"No,