Rescue (1)

"Holy light? Are you referring to the God race? Haha… The God race has been extinct for so many years, but you pathetic bastards still care about the God race. Wake up, the God race is gone! You will never have your god again!" The undead laughed wildly.

The God race was the core of the six races, but for the undead, the God race was a nightmare.

The divine power that the God race radiated was the nemesis of the undead. During the war between gods and devils, the God race's divine army had caused countless casualties in the undead army. What the undead feared the most was holy light.

As long as the God race existed, there would be no day for the undead to rise.

Probably no one was happier than the undead about the demise of the God race.

"Damn it!" The red dragon glared at the undead in anger. They were at the end of their ropes.

In the face of the powerful bone dragon, the two of them could not contend against it. Once they died, then…