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Yin Ming gave a slight nod.

With permission granted, the Undead Bigmouth Demon raised his arm and pointed his gleaming gold skeleton arm bone at the seven Twisted Treants ahead.

A violent psychic pulse rolled out as he gave the order: "Undead, it's time!"

"Let these arrogant creatures with bodies, living in the thriving Material World, feel the suffering of the undead."

"Woooo..."

"We spend all year without seeing daylight. Even a glimpse of color is a luxury. Why do you get to wear green on your head? Feel my pain!"

"We refine Undead Bone twenty-four hours a day. Why do you Treants get to sleep for years at a time?"

"Why do you get to..."

"I'll make every last one of you..."

At his command, a sea of ghostly blue fire surged toward the Twisted Treants.

The undead had no bodies, not even elemental ones. Apart from manipulating Undead Miasma, they could only attack directly with their Soul Power, draining their enemies' life force.

Kill eight thousand, lose ten thousand.

But the White-Bone Soul Banner held so many undead that even if each one drained only a sliver of life force, they could wring an enemy completely dry.

"Second Ring: Life Shield!"

Yatote Feir stumbled back several steps in terror.

He had never seen anything so horrifying. The Soul Fire of Undead Skeletons had left their hosts and was floating through the air, surging toward him like a tide.

He hurriedly drew on elemental energy and formed a pale green shield.

"Woooo..."

The mournful wailing never stopped. The undead had no bodies—or rather, this entire Undead Domain was their body.

In changing from Undead Skeletons into undead spirits, they had lost their means of attack. But they could also ignore a wizard's conventional attacks and defenses. The shield only