This small team of elites was enough to kill the newly born high-level undead before they could sprout.
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Countless undead surrounded the area as they growled and growled like beasts.
A huge skeleton Lion sat in the middle of the undead, its eyes burning with Soul Fire. The rest of the undead seemed to respect it, standing in an orderly manner beside it.
However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that the skeleton Lion was just an illusion.
On its skull, which was as big as a small house, a translucent Phantom could be seen as the cold wind blew.
It was a female spirit with a slender figure.
The female spirit shook her transparent legs, and her back looked a little lonely under the dark sky.
If any of the Golden Alliance Army's survivors were here, they would be shocked to find that this female spirit looked exactly the same as the ninth-circle Archmage who had been killed by Harris's surprise attack.
