Last time, the undead had defended the city. This time, they were attacking it.
Huo Yuhao released their restraints, and millions of undead swept forward, overwhelming Star Shield City outright.
It was an utterly staggering sight!
Everyone stared blankly.
No empire could withstand such power, surely. Even one as mighty as the Sun Moon Empire would likely find itself doomed if surrounded by such a powerful Undead Army.
The undead felt no pain, knew no fatigue, and had no fear of death.
In such close-quarters combat, the human soldiers could not bring their strength to bear at all. It was a completely one-sided slaughter.
Watching his personal guards and the nobles' troops dwindle, the newly appointed city lord's eyes nearly split with rage.
His heart was bleeding.
These were the pillars of their families, the swords with which they ruled Star Shield City.
Yet now, they were being crushed like rotten wood before a storm.
Even his ancestor, that powerful Soul Douluo, had been smashed to pieces by a single slap from a high-rank undead.
Taking a city generally required three times the defenders' numbers. This was far more than three times-at least several dozen times.
They had held out for mere minutes before their army was defeated and their city fell. How pitiful.
None of this surprised Huo Yuhao. If anything, he thought it had taken a little too long.
He gazed ahead, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Everyone, follow me into the city."
Huo Yuhao recalled ninety percent of the undead, leaving only some high-rank undead to drive the prisoners outside the city. Otherwise, the streets would have been too crowded.
He took the lead, walking slowly into the city.
The others followed close behind, the refugees visibly fearful.
Some of them had never