There, the silver-white mountain range that had spanned the sky above without much disturbance seemed to have become more solid, more real.
And in front of him,
the Skeletal Giant, pressing down upon the Disaster Beast and pounding away, its body already tattered and torn, suddenly gave rise to countless black dots.
"Gate of the Netherworld!"
The giant's eyes transformed into massive vortex-like gates.
A door likewise opened behind the Dead Bone.
Undead!
Coming from Wraith Sacred Mountain, the undead, amassed over half a year, a year, were surging out like a tsunami.
There were Epic Undead such as the Frost Giant Dragon, the Shadow Dragon, the Flesh Mountain Lord;
and there were Low-Rank Undead like Skeleton Soldiers, Little Skeletons, and Walking Corpses.
Even these Low-Rank Undead were now standing in the air, supported by an invisible black mist, merging into one entity within the mist, indistinguishable from one another.
The Ice Burial Duke watched these undead.
