Amidst a chorus of cheers, the sky suddenly changed.
From afar, the sky darkened rapidly and spread quickly towards them.
"It's not just overcast, the power of death is strong here."
Zhao Guang's expression turned solemn, "It's the Death Sky. An Undead Great Mage is coming. Have everyone fall back." Having said that, Zhao Guang walked towards the city wall. He hadn't come out earlier not because he feared sniper rifles, but because he didn't want to steal the limelight.
After all, it had been a great battle for the Archers, not a moment for him, as a Mage, to appear.
But now, it was different. With an adversary's Great Mage arriving, who else but him could face this challenge?
Under the darkened sky, the surrounding Undead Beings parted to create a path and knelt on both sides. On the path in the middle, a group of seemingly more advanced Undead Beings emerged, followed by a skeletal carriage.
"This entrance is quite grand," Zhao Guang observed the scene before him.
