Rista took Duanmu Huai to the next battlefield, which was a Border City. When they arrived, the city's residents were in a panic. According to them, one of the Four Heavenly Kings was commanding its Undead Army toward the city. They had already attacked another city, and now they possessed an Army of the Dead numbering more than ten thousand.
But things were not that simple.
When Duanmu Huai and Rista reached the city wall and saw the Undead Army, they realized that the situation was far worse than they had imagined.
Among the Undead, there were also countless living people.
They were bound like prisoners, then dragged around in the hands of the Undead like pets. There were men and women, old and young. They cried, screamed, and begged.
Thus, they were caught up in the Undead Army as it advanced.
The guards responsible for protecting the city stood atop the walls, utterly helpless as they watched this scene.
"Hahahahaha."
At the rear of the Undead Army, a three-eyed Demon was laughing loudly.
"What are you going to do now, foolish humans? This is the time for you to make a choice! Do you want to kill your own kind with your own hands, or do you want to be killed yourselves? Come on, make your choice..."
The Demon stood in the distance, taunting the foolish humans as it let out a shrill, mocking cackle.
By now, the soldiers on the city wall had already lost most of their morale. Seeing Undead was one thing, but seeing
That was not a problem for Duanmu Huai.
"Can you purify these Undead?"
"Me?"
"Aren't you a goddess?"
Duanmu Huai stared at Rista as though she were a useless waste of space, which made her extremely irritated.
"I—I obviously am, but the