But those ordinary demons at Silver Tier cannot help but be concerned.
Without the fiery veil, even if they can rely on their Abyssal Demon Energy to sustain themselves under the Undead Sky Screen for a long time, their four-dimensional attributes will be greatly weakened, and their combat power naturally speaks for itself.
With the arrival of the Corpse Witch Lord, this battlefield shrouded in the aura of death has once again become the main venue for the undead.
War has yet to begin.
Similar to Fang Zhou's perception of a Corpse Witch, this Corpse Witch Lord hastened from the depths of the City of Strife, shrouding its entire form in a hood and robe.
He floats in the sky, looking at the Flame Demon Baron opposite him.
The raspy voice of the Corpse Witch Lord spreads across the battlefield.
"Azkaban.
We have never stepped out of the Undead Realm, nor entered the Abyss."
"This is merely our habitat."
"You should not have come."
A Corpse Witch Lord.
