Great ranks of skeleton soldiers brandished sharp bone swords, clattering and creaking as they surged toward the city walls. Once these skeleton soldiers moved out, they resembled a vast, rolling sea of white bones. Their terrifying momentum seemed enough to drown all of Black Pearl Harbor.
Countless fishbone skeletons emerged from the moat, forming hundreds of broad bone bridges across the water—more than enough for the skeleton soldiers to rush beneath the walls. Moreover, the blades atop the walls had already been covered by fishbone skeletons, allowing the skeleton soldiers to climb them easily and scale the battlements.
"Mages! Fire-element magic! Burn every last one of them!" Lin Qi cast a disgruntled glance toward Wang Zong's camp. With his eyesight, he could clearly make out every movement Wang Zong made atop the watchtower in his camp; he could even see the tiny pimple that had sprung up between his brows from pent-up frustration.
Yin Flawless stood beside Wang Zong, gently explaining something to him. Her hands gestured through the air, tracing an intricate undead-summoning magic formation. Judging by the scale of that formation, whatever it summoned would definitely not be anything pleasant.
On the watchtower, the Black Spirit people watched the towering skeleton sea with great curiosity, while the elves' faces had stiffened somewhat. After all, the natural doctrines revered by the elves stood in stark opposition to these undead. Yet this time, the upper echelons of Elf Continent and Undead Continent seemed to have reached some unspoken understanding, joining hands to stir up storms across Black Spirit Continent.
Thus, although the undead aura in the air nearly made the elves vomit, they still forcibly endured it.
Lin Qi swung his staff downward, and the mages of the Dragon Mountain Empire atop the walls were immediately replaced by another group.