Xue Yunfeng thought the Damboro people's looks of utter doom were a little overdramatic... had they ever been a match for the Undead, even when the Undead weren't acting in such perfect unison?
Without the system's restrictions, even weapons that slightly exceeded the limits would have been nothing to fear.
Put plainly, the strength of those weapons lay in their area attacks, which hit the upper limit of attack power permitted by the world. And that wasn't frightening to the Undead.
The reason Damboro's class holders balked at those weapons was that they couldn't field a united army of over a million people, most of them level 5 or higher.
But the Undead had no problem doing that... energy weapons owed both their strength and their weakness to energy... and a lack of fear of death was enough to render all that energy useless.
The real reason these Damboro people were so shaken was that they had realized their plans to profit off the Undead had all but gone up in smoke.
A united Undead force was the most troublesome thing they could face... they could only maintain friendly relations, not fish for profit in troubled waters.
Smart people would naturally pull back their grasping hands once they realized this... anyone who still insisted on meddling was either an outright idiot, greedy beyond saving, or a rebel past the point of no return.
Xue Yunfeng raised an eyebrow... either way, the people in the military camp would soon reveal what they truly had in mind.
That included those who had stopped just short of disaster.
And since those people were clever enough to stop, they would naturally do everything they could to shirk responsibility, or try to divert the Undead's attention toward something more important.
And lately, the Undead's main