Mo Xie looked at the surging tide of people, gathered his thoughts, and took out his phone. Several messages were waiting for him.
He called Zhu Meng first. A few seconds later, the call connected, and a voice tinged with panic and gravity came through.
"Mo Xie, why the hell weren't you answering? I called you several times! I thought something had happened to you!"
"Sorry, sorry. My phone was on silent. I was resting last night."
As Liu Xian helped him dress, Mo Xie surveyed the city and asked,
"It sounds noisy over there. What's happening right now?"
On the Outer City's wall, Zhu Meng directed the mage corps as they continuously unleashed massive magic formations to repel the waves of undead. He said,
"It looks like the Black Vatican noticed us evacuating the citizens overnight. The undead started gathering outside early this morning, preparing to launch an all-out attack on the Ancient Capital."
"Some citizens refused to move at first, but fortunately, with help from your Chenxi people, we've already evacuated more than half of them and cleared out half the Outer City. Even if the undead breach the outer wall, we'll have enough time to hold them off until everyone gets inside the Safe Barrier."
"Get to the Inner City as quickly as you can. I still have undead to deal with here. We'll talk later."
After hanging up, Mo Xie shook his head helplessly. They were out in the open while the Black Vatican operated in the shadows. An evacuation like this was bound to attract attention, so a change in timing was inevitable.
Zhu Meng was still being too optimistic. Commander Level and Monarch Level undead were highly intelligent. Even with towering walls blocking their path, couldn't they find another way to send the undead