'Huhu! Huhu!'
The flapping of wings and the low-pitched roar of demons kept coming from the sky.
Richard and Gray hid in the vegetation on the island.
He looked up at the thick fog with a heavy expression.
That blocked his line of sight. The enemy's movements could only be guessed by sound.
They would not be exposed to the thick fog as long as the enemy did not descend to an extremely low altitude of 10 meters.
There was no trace of any soldier on this small island.
If one walked to the island shore, one could see the motionless mummies in the lake...
In the hollow eye sockets of the other party, the soul fire burned in the water.
The soul fire was energy, and it was not afraid of water.
Like the undead that did not need air, although the battle strength would drop drastically in the water, they could still survive for a long time...
From this perspective, the undead's survivability was almost off the charts.
