Shen Yanxiao and the rest might have forgotten, but Hall did not. He felt like dying when he saw the undead army he had gathered with great difficulty getting defeated by the three magical beasts.
"Lord Hall, should we… should we retreat?" A low-level undead looked nervous.
Hall gnashed his teeth and glared at those magical beasts. He wished he could swallow them whole!
If there was anything in the world that could not be resurrected with undead magic, it would be magical beasts!
If he were to fight to the death to take down those magical beasts, there would certainly be heavy casualties. The difference between the loss and profit was too great. If the other high-level undeads were to find out about this, they would certainly make him suffer.
