999 Heat

Everyone looked somber. They all understood that they couldn't kill all of the Undead: the charging Heaven Rank Ghost Behemoth, the Heaven Rank Death Shaman commanding them, as well as the endless Undead Beastmen. It could be said that this was a perfect line-up.

Perfect enough to crush them. But it now seemed that these enemies wouldn't let them go. Their spells could easily tear the Undead Beastmen apart into piles of bones.

But everyone clearly understood that the ones who would lose a battle of attrition would ultimately be themselves. There was no living creature in the world that could beat an Undead in terms of endurance. These tireless Undead lifeforms that didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep could chase them nonstop for a few dozen years.

Making a few dozen trips around this plane wouldn't change anything; the Undead would still be full of energy, and wouldn't get fidgety or be in a bad mood. They wouldn't give up unless they tore their prey to shreds.