Wu Xiaode lay there.
Accustomed to the various sounds of combat on the battlefield, he nearly fell asleep out of boredom during one stretch.
More and more defensive positions were being breached.
As a result, sleep did not come easily; after all, danger was increasingly encroaching from all sides.
Yet, he always felt something was amiss.
The demons had dispatched a Lord-level expert, yet the undead only had a bunch of minions.
Although the expert was holding his position at the rear, he would cast long-range magic to obliterate the stubborn undead whenever he saw a particularly fierce battle.
But on the undead side, there was no power to contend with him.
They could only retreat step by step.
——This was also the main reason Wu Xiaode dared not show himself.
Were they really going to keep fighting like this? Wouldn't that mean certain defeat?
Wu Xiaode pondered to himself.
Time slowly passed by.
Suddenly.
A long dragon's cry came from deep behind the undead positions.