Waves of mana burst through the side of the ravine as Damien's group fought their way through the undead horde.
The Netherworld Fog had grown to the point where it was impossible to see anything even a few feet ahead of them, and from this abyss of smoke, a never-ending stream of undead harassed them without pause.
It was a horrifying sight to see. The massive number these undead represented could only be approximated by gazing into the deep tsunami-like shadow approaching through the fog.
Damien's side was still going strong. While their numbers were large, it was lucky that these creatures were all in the 2nd class as well, otherwise, a siege like this would have immediately ended them.
He still had the Twin Moons out, not changing his strategy to deal with enemies and only focusing on keeping the path clear and waiting for Bertram's instruction.
The real spectacle was on Ruyue and Elena's sides.
