Before the liches could react, a sharp, piercing scream echoed, and the shriveled head of the gray-robed lich was already severed and fallen to the ground. The one who acted was none other than a giant axe-wielding undead right beside him.
Soon after, more screams began to emerge among the liches. Just like the gray-robed lich, many liches were suddenly killed by the undead with golden patterns appearing around them.
As the liches met their demise, more ordinary undead also fell due to losing their controllers. Throughout the densely packed army formation, there were cries and screams of the liches everywhere, putting them in a state of utter chaos.
On the vast battlefield, wherever the golden wave swept through, not only were the undead armies that besieged us thrown into disarray, but even the subsequent undead coming toward us, as well as those within the Forest White Giant City, found themselves in similar chaos. The entire undead army fell into turmoil instantaneously.
