"All undead armies, retreat for the time being!" the hooded skeleton shouted in mid-air.
As the sound of his voice faded, under the magical attack of the dragons and the slaughter, tens of thousands of undead armies began to retreat!
In the graveyard of the undead, there were exits leading to other caves.
It was already a fact that the undead armies were no match for them. If they could preserve their forces now, they would definitely be able to regain their glory in the future!
However...
At this moment...
The space in front of the retreating undead army suddenly began to distort.
"Since you have already offended the Dragon Lord, all of you undead, don't even think about running away!"
Hilt, the Spatial Dragon, slowly appeared from the distorted space.
There was a faint coldness in his dragon eyes.
Then, he extended his dragon claw and clenched it.
"Spatial Lock!"
