Quite a few Shadow Undead were kept captive in the barracks, specifically for training recruits.
The undead possessed not the slightest emotion. Battle and slaughter were the sole purpose of their existence, and surrender was utterly impossible. Capturing such things alive was at least ten times harder than simply killing them.
Even the barracks did not have many "living" undead—only thirty cages in all. Yet Ni Anbei was taking out ten at once. He truly thought highly of Zhou Heng.
However, the "terror" of ten undead was only terrifying to newcomers. Which veteran on the battlefield did not have to face more than a dozen undead at once? At times, there could even be dozens!
But in such circumstances, survival was far from certain. Only a handful of powerful warriors could make it out alive.
With merely ten undead, Ni Anbei was absolutely confident that Zhou Heng would suffer, at worst, grievous injuries rather than die. Of course, those grievous injuries would mean lying in bed for at least half a year!
—If he did not swallow enough bitterness, how could he understand the cruelty of the Demon Sea War? This was only serious injury. Once he truly went onto the battlefield, the question might be whether he would die in battle!
Before long, all ten cages were carried over, each one holding an undead.
Hearing that their captain had deployed ten undead at once, quite a few veterans came running over to watch the spectacle, forming a circle outside the training ground.
"Let's bet on how long this kid can last!"
"With all ten coming out together, he'll definitely be seriously injured in a single exchange!"
"Don't underestimate him. He did take first place in this baptism tournament!"
"Hahahaha! His Spiritual Power hasn't even entered the Comet Realm. His