The rain gradually stopped, and a pale glow appeared on the horizon.
Shallow puddles covered the damp black earth, shimmering in the morning light, as clear and bright as gemstones.
Fortunately, no more Ghost Minister-level Undead appeared in the latter half of the night. The occasional ordinary Commander Level Undead that emerged was quickly dispatched by the Advanced Mages.
The Undead crawled back underground once more, quietly awaiting the next night.
"I'm exhausted." Zhou Sining finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Lu Xu had dealt with the most troublesome enemy, the White Yin Ghost Minister. Not having to fight him themselves had made things much easier.
Still, after an entire night, his fire element magic energy had bottomed out, and he had used up more than half his space element reserves.
Even the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger had been wounded, a testament to how fierce last night's battle had been.
Thank goodness the Ghost Tyrant hadn't attacked. Otherwise, the casualties would have at least doubled!
"Come on, let's eat. I'm starving." Zhou Sining found Mu Bai in the crowd.
The guy had been lucky. Apart from staying up all night and looking pale from excessive magic energy consumption, he hadn't suffered any injuries.
Mu Bai nodded and followed Zhou Sining, his expression grave. "Last night was really strange. Even with the downpour, three Ghost Ministers shouldn't have appeared at once."
"Look up." Zhou Sining collected two free boxed meals.
"What?" Mu Bai took his meal and looked up in confusion.
A blood-red expanse shrouding the sky greeted his eyes.
The red alert was still in effect!
But it was daytime now, and the Ghost Ministers had already been killed.
Mu Bai turned to Zhou Sining in astonishment, only to see him shrug helplessly.
"Something big woke up."
"Who?"