His face was somewhat shriveled, his eye sockets sunken, devoid of eyeballs, only hosting pulsating purple Soul Flames. Long Dangdang recognized this, it was a lich among the wraith entities. Strictly speaking, he was no longer considered undead.
True undead were required to possess a complete human form. Just like the group that had been chosen to participate in the matchmaking event, they were all genuine undead.
The Soul Flame flickered in the eye sockets of the Dark Wizard as it swept over the undead before him, its voice cold yet carrying a hint of elation, "The matchmaking is about to begin, and your task is to be chosen by all means. Those who are selected will receive a substantial reward from the lord of the city."
All the undead emitted affirmative spiritual fluctuations.
"Depart!"
Wraith entities were just that straightforward and direct, lacking unnecessary chatter, and they immediately began to move.
