The silence did not last long.
It was as though some signal had been given to launch the final assault.
In the distance, darkness ten times denser than before surged like viscous ink.
The ground began to rumble.
The smile on Zong Shen's face faded somewhat, but his gaze grew even more focused.
The previous wave had merely been an appetizer.
What now poured forth from the depths of the Eternal Night was the true, organized [Undead Legion].
They wore rusted heavy armor and wielded gigantic bone blades.
At the front were skeletal colossi.
All of them strode with heavy steps powerful enough to crack the earth.
Further behind came clusters of Wailing Banshees, compressed and condensed from countless vengeful souls.
They advanced while emitting shrieks that struck directly at the soul.
There were also enormous Vile Bone-Stitching Beasts, like moving mountains of bones.
They were pieced together from countless chunks of corpses and skeletal remains, with filthy pus flowing over their bodies.
This thing sounded similar to the Abominations commonly found among the undead.
But in truth, they were vastly different.
Every step they took corroded the ice beneath them.
These newly spawned monsters were far superior in both attributes and initial rank.
The pressure on the front lines suddenly surged.
Before the tide of undead even drew near, an oppressive aura mixed with death, icy cold, and soul corrosion came crashing toward them.
The frenzied pressure made the light of the [Dawn Canopy] flicker once more.
Whether the invading enemy was strong or not, this canopy knew first.
"Hold steady."
Zong Shen's voice spread across the defensive line, carrying a trace of excitement.
"Follow the planned formation. Let them taste what we're made of."
The first to show their power were not the offensive units, but the battlefield-control