Or more accurately, this torrent made up of countless vengeful spirits was rushing towards the legendary battlefield high above.
From amidst the surge of ghostly green spirits, there emanated an eerie, cold, silent legendary aura that was unmasked, causing tremendous panic in the giant dragon occupying that area.
Wherever the ghost torrent passed, flowers and trees withered, and all birds, beasts, and insects died.
"The support from the Undead Council has arrived!" Muria looked up at the legendary undead ushering in the ghost torrent, "I just don't know if he has liaised with the Barbosa ship; will he contribute, or just pretend to?"
High above at ten thousand meters, the ancient dragons, who had pushed Berlaint and his legendary undead dragon into a disadvantageous position, glanced at each other as they saw the massive ghost torrent surging in.
