At this moment, General Tudah was in the middle of the God's Whip team, and his injuries had fully healed.
But he dared not act rashly, for the black-haired witch had a means to kill the undead in her hands.
The warhorse that had followed him for forty years had perished in this manner.
However, Tudah didn't feel anger or sorrow, but instead had a long-lost sense of fiery passion.
It had been thirty years since he had submitted to the 'Sun King,' and for the last thirty years, he had been rampaging through various nations. Just a few years ago, only those Transcendents could injure him.
Templar Knights, Crusaders, and Wizards... what a pity that they all died under his arrows. The army they led had suffered heavy losses under the black storm.
From then on, no more Transcendents dared to face Tudah on the battlefield.
Over these years, Tudah could no longer find the thrill and passion of killing on the battlefield.
