"Qiyue, Visharun is here! He's brought a whole army! Get out of there! Quit while you're ahead!"
Black immediately sent Xiao Qiyue an urgent voice transmission.
Xiao Qiyue had also sensed that terrifying tide of death.
With one Demon King dead, who knew whether the remaining Demon King would fly into a rage?
They had already killed one Demon King and severely wounded two others. Staying any longer left too much to chance. Better to quit while they were ahead.
Most importantly...
Black still had plans to carry out, and they couldn't disrupt them.
Xiao Qiyue acted decisively, immediately giving a sharp command.
"Retreat!"
The three Human Kings had no desire to prolong the fight. They transformed into three streaks of light, fleeing into the distance and vanishing over the horizon in an instant.
Before leaving, Xiao Qiyue also "remembered" to turn back and fire another hail of arrows, briefly holding off their pursuers.
Less than five breaths after they left, the Lich King Visharun's gaunt figure appeared at the scene like a ghost, accompanied by thick clouds of death.
Behind him stood a vast, dark mass of undead troops.
Upon arriving, Visharun saw the gravely wounded Arthas and a group of demons from the Undead Faction, all overcome with grief and fury.
Opposite them stood the remnants of the Succubus Faction, equally bedraggled but with their core fighting strength still intact.
"Where is Orcus?"
Visharun demanded in a raspy voice.
He could sense the powerful traces of Orcus's presence here, so why was he nowhere to be seen?
Combined with the anguish on Arthas's face and those of the others, it immediately gave Visharun a terrible premonition.
"Lord Visharun, Lord Orcus... he has returned to the embrace of the Progenitor Lord..."
Arthas spoke sorrowfully.
"I failed him. I couldn't