A Silver-ranked Berserker Demon roared as it finally clawed its way up from beneath the city walls.
"Roar!"
The Berserker Demon's eyes were already blood-red, and the blood throughout its body seemed to be boiling.
With a leap, the Berserker Demon landed atop the wall, where a fierce battle was raging.
In the distance, a Six-Armed Serpent Demon rampaged across the battlefield, fighting another Saint Domain undead.
Around their battlefield, whether demon or undead, anything that brushed against them died, and anything that touched them shattered.
"Flesh! I want flesh!" the Berserker Demon roared.
The blood all around stirred its breathing, but before it could find the source of that blood, several Skeleton Warriors surrounded it.
Some of these Skeleton Warriors carried shields, while others held spears. Together, they formed a combat squad.
These Skeleton Warriors had all reached the veteran Black Iron tier. Several of them besieging a Silver-ranked demon could kill it without much effort.
The shield-bearing skeletons at the front held back the Berserker Demon's counterattack, while the spear-wielding skeletons in the rear stabbed without cease, their sharp bone spears thrusting straight for its limbs.
There were also Skeleton Warriors wielding blades or battle axes, squeezing the Berserker Demon's fighting space ever tighter.
"Roar!"
The Berserker Demon felt utterly stifled. Its immense strength could not be brought into play at all. Even when it swung its fists and cracked the bone shields before it, it could not break free from the enemy's encirclement.
The extraordinary stench emanating from its body was exceptionally effective against other enemies, but against undead, it was utterly useless.
The undead did not even have noses. What use was a foul smell?
This small local battle ended quickly. The slain Berserker Demon was dragged behind the wall like a dead dog by a