Looking at the undead's bones, already an eerie blood-red color, Carson Flores could roughly guess the terrifying level of this undead.
If it weren't for the Death Imprint he now possessed to shield his life fluctuations, perhaps it wouldn't have been perplexed, but would have charged over and torn him to pieces.
He had indeed gained the Death Imprint at just the right time!
Such a terrifyingly powerful Undead Guard in such a secluded passage, then surely the others must have them too?
Franklin Wyatt and the others had retreated into the mountain belly, ignited the Blood Light, causing the undead and demonic beasts' agitation. Clearly, they intended to use the mountain belly's guards, along with the outside undead and demonic beasts, to eliminate all attackers in one fell swoop!
The enormous undead glanced a few times in the direction of Carson Flores, eventually turned its head away, and lay down like a dog peacefully keeping watch.
