In a sense, undeads were pitiful.
They had a long life, but they were not accepted by anyone in the world. Humans despised undeads, dragons disdained them, elves regarded undeads as their mortal enemies, merfolks took out their anger on undeads because of devils, and dwarves could not stand their appearance. As for the gods, they could not accept the existence of this race.
The only ones who could tolerate undeads were the devils.
In order to survive, undeads had to rely on the devils. Even if they had to face a bitter struggle against the six major races in the world, they had to fight.
Because if they wanted to survive, they had to fight for their race.
Shen Yanxiao frowned and fell into such a conundrum.
Was it justice or evil?
Standing in different positions, different opinions could be drawn.
"Mentor Yan Di?" A voice sounded in Shen Yanxiao's ears.
