Though the famous photographer Shar was still holding her position, even leaping around to capture exactly where every participant in the Peaks of Flame ended up, most of the Undead had lost the attention to follow that broadcast.
Only the giant screens unfurled across the Floating Castle showed how fierce the sudden battle had become.
With the Great Seal of Toril finally gone, the stones in the dimensional space suddenly sped up... especially those strange waterfalls of stone, which came roaring toward the battlefield.
Hell showed its cruelty in that moment: the Undead suffered heavy casualties, but quite a few Hags were also caught off guard and sent flying.
Xue Yunfeng roared, "Quick! Tighten the formation! One look and you know a boss is coming!
"Is it that Night Hag countess? What the hell is she doing?
"She actually dares charge straight in?
"Why is Edna still in the Cloud House? She should be all right by now, shouldn't she?
"Old Age, don't panic! If nothing else, you know how good Hill is at controlling his magic arrays. If Edna weren't in there, the Cloud House would have fallen already!
"Now! Pull back and defend on all fronts. Be ready to unleash your big moves at any moment, and get all the Oil Paintings ready!
"Where's Manx?"
"She chased a bald Mage into a spatial rift! No idea if she's coming back!" shouted the Undead member of the command team who was monitoring the Peaks of Flame.
"Damn it! Hell lords are all on Tiamat's level, aren't they?" Xue Yunfeng glanced around. "We can't even get through their defenses. Can the Hydras do it? The level gap seems pretty big!"
"That photographer's still filming everywhere. She'll probably help if we need it.
"And Edna might come out soon, so there's