Blood splashed on the cobblestone streets of Fox Hole, with rage bombing in his heart like a meteor.
The Undead had already endured numerous battles.
The Planters' shrills, the villagers' wailings, the Undead's roars, and the buzz of "Red Spirit" swinging weapons.
"Run, run fast!" The Undead were in utter chaos.
The deranged villagers of Fox Hole almost swarmed out, and the Red Spirits following them nearly overwhelmed them, each Undead facing their own "Red Spirit."
The shoulder-to-shoulder collisions prevented the Undead from fully wielding their weapons. Lacking enough resistance, they could only be suppressed in combat.
Although Undead would resurrect, the opposing Red Spirits seemed equally inexhaustible, diminishing the advantage of their numbers and immortality. The sustained fight became increasingly torturous.
The torment doubled when facing an enemy identical to themselves, the "Red Spirit."
