"The King of Bone Biting believes there is some power hidden here that can turn its defeat into victory?"
"Hmm, I cannot give you an answer."
The Psychic waved a hand dismissively, deliberately whetting the appetite as he said:
"Whatever is in the forbidden zone, it is not a power you can covet. It has already caught the attention of the 'Origin' Lord. Thus, its ultimate fate can only be to be harnessed by us, to serve us, even if just to rectify this misguided era.
Ha, the true master of this place has revealed itself, and your puny army is about to face a real challenge."
Tear Flesh immediately looked ahead.
His own Undead Army had already crushed the obstruction of the marshland creatures, with twenty leading Netherworld Knights leading the charge zombies over an oddly shaped, crumbling wall.
As the first Netherworld Knight crossed that boundary, a violent tremor arose from the area shrouded in mist.
