Dark mages are very insidious in battle, especially when they face the enemy alone, they hide themselves well and never reveal their whereabouts.
The battlefield in front of the teleportation device is no different. Death's Wings roars and rampages in the Sea of the Dead, its wild Dragon Breath spews in all directions, leaving behind a sea of molten lava wherever its wings cover.
Not far behind Death's Wings is the frenzied slaughter by the Blood Dragon Knights and Heroic Spirit-level undead. Although they are surrounded, the undead, lacking morale, continue to swing their swords and bite fiercely.
Yet this scale is indeed shrinking every moment. The summoned creatures of the contract can be endlessly reborn, but the slain Heroic Spirit-level undead can't be revived with Resurrection Skill. But this is the fate of warriors; where there is battle, there is attrition. A famous saying in the Imperial Holy Scripture is: Sacrifice is the foundation of the empire.
