Less than a kilometer away from the Patrick Fortress, that fog wall, which stretched infinitely in sight from earth to sky, began to fade quickly, dissipating into the atmosphere.
From within the fog, the undead aimlessly wandering on the earth and ghosts hovering in the sky were swept up and quickly retreated towards the depths of undead gray mist.
"What is this?" Muria watching the undead gray mist receding like a tide, reeled momentarily before he came to his senses.
The Undead Council is preparing to leave, their task to collect cannon fodder has been completed!
Seeing this scenario, the general also reacted instantly, standing in front of the fortress wall without bothering to inquire about the nobles from Muria. His sonorous voice, boosted by the vibrations of his fighting Qi, echoed throughout the fortress:
"Gather the entire army, prepare to charge!"