"Are you sure that it was the Army of the Undead???"
Schoolmaster Yin knows that his students will not dare utter blatant lie straight to his face. But he still cannot believe what he just heard.
"About that, we are not too sure either. We haven't met an army of the undead before. I just read about it in an ancient record back on my clan."
It was Fan Lei who spoke sheepishly this time. His head was low, not daring to raise it and meet the gaze of the other party.
For some reason, Fan Lei was feeling intimidated in the presence of Schoolmaster Yin despite his amiable approach.
Maybe that is because of the huge disparity between their magic realm. Without even making a move, the warlock of a relatively higher realm can exert pressure on a relatively weaker magic-user.
Right now, it is not only Fan Lei but the rest of his friends were also feeling the same way. They feel like an ant facing a strong and massive elephant.
