The speed of the Dragon Race's flight was incredibly fast. As Xu Yue'Er was lost in thought, she had already brought Zhao Yi to Sumeru Mountain.
The moment they arrived at Sumeru Mountain, Xu Yue'Er's expression changed dramatically.
Before her lay the ruined Sumeru Mountain, swarming with Undead creatures, as far as the eye could see, numbering perhaps in the hundreds of millions.
Xu Yue'Er had been hiding in the sea before. Though she had seen Undead along the way, their numbers had been merely in the thousands, which had seemed peculiar but didn't concern her overly much.
Now, witnessing the undead sprawling across the mountains, Xu Yue'Er's scalp tingled, her scales bristling, as an overwhelming, suffocating fear surged from within her.
This fear was intensely potent, even more unsettling than when she saw her clan members cruelly felled by that wild boar.
Zhao Yi was unaware of Xu Yue'Er's thoughts, otherwise, he would have assured her that such fear was entirely natural.
