The Netherworld army swiftly began to gather. Besides a small group of Netherworld Clan members continuing to drive and command the undead army to assault the city walls, the remaining three hundred Netherworld Corpse Soldiers quickly formed an assault formation, ready for the attack.
At this moment, the people on the city walls also noticed the commotion below.
"This is not good. It seems like the other side is up to something again."
"Old General, the situation is quite dire," Xiao Jie said.
"Indeed, it's not good," the old captain said solemnly. The Netherworld army below was well-organized and imposing, not something those skull zombies could compare to.
"Don't you have some trump card? Where is your general?"
"There is indeed a trump card."
(Hmm, there really is?) Xiao Jie thought.
