With her hand raised, Ophelia let out a bloodthirsty laugh.
"Kill them all."
The orb in her hand flared with light once more.
"Halo of the Mad Dead!"
The eyes of the Nightfall Domain corpses instantly turned blood-red. Maintaining a tight formation, they charged forward in a counteroffensive, thrusting their spears out as far as possible. A forest of spearheads met the oncoming undead head-on.
The rebel corpses showed no fear.
"Splurt! Splurt!"
The sound of blades tearing through flesh never ceased from the moment the two sides collided.
Large numbers of Corrupted Cavalry were skewered by the spears like meat roasting on spits. At the same time, the Nightfall Domain corpses suffered heavily from the charge of the heavy cavalry. More than a hundred were crushed into mangled limbs and shattered remains in an instant.
Phield felt his scalp go numb at the sight.
