The march of the undead was slow, but unceasing. Those who were stabbed by the complicated barriers set up throughout the city continued to advance and finally surrounded the palace. 

“Dammit... the fire arrows? Are there any more fire arrows?” 

“They have been exhausted due to the battle that lasted for weeks!” 

“Groan, so many blacksmiths have left... keep your formations!” 

The commander’s orders were issued and there was the sound of drumming. However, most soldiers didn’t respond. They had been fighting for weeks and couldn’t rest properly during the day because they had been searching for the daoist. The traps that had been set up after discovering that the army of the dead were aiming for the royal palace started to show their value. 

The undead couldn’t distinguish the traps and were buried in the pits. The soldiers moved their heavy feet, poured oil, and lit them up. Dark smoke billowed out and a terrible stench filled the area. The fires that intensified every time the clothing and bodies of the undead were burned gave hope to the soldiers. 

“Ice Wave.” 

Then a little boy appeared in the sky and cast a strange spell. A cold wave of ice appeared...