The demon man hovered in the air of the entire advancing team, his gaze staring ahead, and finally saw a large group of ghost-like creatures wearing white ghost clothes in the dense army of black rotting corpses!

The white cloth was pale, their bodies were half-nihilistic as if they could pass through their bodies, they were not walking, they were floating......

"See that guy!" the demon man smiled coldly.

The team began to move forward at full speed, and the fire mage became the main force of the entire team, and the powerful fists of great power blasted towards those black ones, and the flesh and blood must have flowed, and patches of flames smashed one hole after another in the scorched earth.

"The Light Mage Regiment is also in front, converging with the rest of the team!" a Sky Eagle Mage also coiled in the air, and said in a loud voice to the demon man.

In the black tide of carrion, you can see teams of human mages appearing in different directions, and the constantly shining halo of magic is the most distinctive banner, telling the mage teams scattered in different areas that they are converging towards their destination!

In the mid-level realm, the fire mage occupies a relatively large proportion after all, and the number of fire awakened will not be as rare as the thunder system, and at the same time, it is the most powerful and wide range of magic in this large-scale battle intent, so when the various armies begin to converge, they can see a bright red fire carpet as if they are paving a bright avenue for everyone.

The undead are most afraid of light, followed by fire, and where the fire is ignited, the slave-level undead will walk in rather brainlessly, and the result is that they will be burned.

The flames continued to burn, inadvertently capable of incinerating a servant-class undead into a charred carbon corpse. No longer a threat to humanity.

The bright flames were the only thing in the Black Rotting Legion that made the human legions feel safe, and they all sought the light of magic. Follow the flame of justice raised by countless mid-level mages, and you won't lose your way on the path of death!

"The other teams have already arrived at strategic locations. Look at you slow things......" The demon man's voice fell.

"They're a well-trained group of mages, and they work much better with each other than we can do on an improvised basis. Jiang Li said with some dissatisfaction.

The demon man ignored Jiang Li, and his gaze suddenly locked on a large cloud of black mist churning up in the group of black carrion corpses.

The black mist swept in like a sandstorm, targeting the assembled mages who had not yet arrived at the strategic location, and from the demon man, it could be seen that the carrion army was making way for this thing that was rolling up the black sandstorm!!

"There's something big!!," the Aquila mage in the air shouted.

The Aquila Mage had just sounded the alarm when a flesh-colored tentacle-like thing pierced through the air at an extremely fast speed in the midst of the black sandstorm!

Like a long tongue, like an arm, and more like a sarcoma that can elongate infinitely, this strange thing attacked quite quickly, and directly stabbed through the snow-white Aquila of the Aquila mage before everyone did not react at all.

The Aquila didn't even scream for struggle, and its body became extremely stiff as it was pierced. Stuck in the air, it convulsed again inexplicably.

"Gurgling ~~~~~~~~"

The long fleshy tentacles were like giant straws, and suddenly they stirred, and something could be seen moving towards the black sandstorm.

At the same time, the eagle became thinner, and gradually the majestic creature began to dry up again.

The feathers seemed to have lost their color, and turned into a feather sac that had rotted for an unknown number of years, clinging to a corpse with only bones left, and in just a few seconds, all the life energy of this Aquila was drained, and it looked like it had been hanging somewhere and had been dried by the wind for years!

The Aquila mage fell from above in fright, his face unusually pale and frightened.

"Yes...... It's the corpse !!"

The Aquila Mage was lucky. He escaped, but his Aquila died a thorough death, and if that terrible blow had pierced a part of his body, he might have turned into a dry corpse in no time.

"Commander-level undead. No, we've bumped into the Commander-level undead???" the retired military mage looked panicked.

The corpse generals are not afraid, as long as everyone works together to blast the mid-level magic on the corpse generals. They were able to destroy a corpse in an instant, and there were no bones left, after all, there were more than 40 outstanding mid-level mages in their team. There are no less than 10 of them with fire types!

But the corpse ministers were completely different, even if the number of mid-level mages here was doubled. As long as a Commander-level undead appears, this unbreakable team of mid-level mages can be shattered in a matter of minutes.

Once the ranks are dispersed, the vast army of the undead will surround them one by one, and it won't be long before all of them die under the fangs of these filthy, disgusting rotting corpses.

"It's still a few steps away from joining the other teams, and we actually ran into the corpse minister, what should we do now, there is only one high-level mage in our team, although it is not without hope that all of us will unite to deal with the corpse minister, but there are hundreds of rotting corpses around us and corpse generals who appear from time to time, if everyone's firepower is used to deal with the commander-level undead, these things will soon drag us away......" A mage from the Magic Association screamed in fear.

The Commander-level undead are a nightmare for them, and a single appearance can leave everyone dead without a place to bury.

"What to do, are we going to die here, we don't want to die!"

"Send a signal, send a signal to ask for reinforcements from other teams, they have a lot of high-level mages there!"

"Captain, send a distress signal quickly, the black sandstorm is getting closer, I don't want to be drained of my life like that......"

The assembled mages were already panicking, the way the Aquila died just now was so miserable, they felt trembling all over their bodies when they thought that they were going to be stabbed into a straw like a bag of yogurt by the undead and drain the blood, juice, and internal organs!

"Hmph, the general scattered sand, the speed of the march is like a turtle, not to mention, even the courage is so much worse than the regular army, you must know that you are a group of waste wood, why do you send any assembly signal...... Let me move on!" the demon man said to these people with a mocking expression as he flapped his wings.

"Captain, you are speaking lightly......"

"If you have time to talk nonsense, it's better to draw a few more star maps. I will deal with the corpse minister in the black sandstorm, you can kill me!!" The demon man changed his usual demonic tone, his expression was solemn, his voice was cold, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he saw that Mo Fan and the others had returned to the team, so he continued: "Deputy captain, go and kill that corpse minister with me!"

"Fuck, your sister, Lao Tzu just returned to the team!" Mo Fan gasped and turned into a manic lioness and roared. (To be continued......)