It was a great opportunity!
This was the fourth time in several thousand years that the undead faction had truly approached the periphery of the mausoleum.
No one wanted to miss this chance.
"The sandstorm has started to weaken..."
The group slowly looked up at the black sandstorm that was gradually dissipating in the distance.
Among those gathered, the least capable were high-tier necromancers.
At the same time, the four central elders, who controlled the entire undead faction, were also assembled.
A necromancy attendant stepped forward and reported, "We've received news that Punoze has been attacked by the Holy Court."
"Understood. We will discuss everything once we return."
The central elder waved his hand dismissively, showing no concern for the matter.
To them, whether Punoze was attacked or even completely destroyed was a minor issue compared to the death secrets they were currently exploring.
