The Northern Region had no shortage of undead after the death of various magical beasts and humans.
However, there was fewer special undead like the ones from before.
Mike sighed and said, "I have never lied to you."
Everyone was dignified, and their expressions became unsightly.
The old man asked, "This doesn't make sense. Nurturing so many divine-tier undead requires a huge amount of resources. Where did they get these resources? Or are you still lying to us?"
Mike sighed. "If you don't believe me, I still have about 30 divine-tier undead here. I can release them all."
The old man's expression changed, and he snorted coldly and did not say anything else.
Mike continued, "As for where they got the resources from, this matter is actually quite easy to explain. There are forces outside the world that are colluding with them, scheming to summon high-tier undead."
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.
