Saviara, standing in the center of the camp, watched the Gryphon and Dragon Eagle Knightesses in disarray with a solemn expression. Then, raising her staff again, before she could give any orders, a series of miserable screams echoed from the square formation of mages behind her.
Saviara's heart tightened, and she quickly turned to look behind. Her scalp tingled.
"What is that? Undead creatures?"
A large number of corpse demons appeared from behind, forcefully charging into the ranks of archers and mages.
"No! Don't!"
At the rear of the human camp, a young and beautiful female archer couldn't help but let out a desperate scream when faced with the approaching corpse demons. However, the corpse demons showed no mercy or compassion. One of them opened its blood-stained mouth, directly biting into the left breast of the female archer. With a violent shake of its head, it tore off a large piece of flesh along with her clothes.
