"Even Holy Knights dare not easily tread on this Realm of the Dead, yet these soldiers at Sequence 6 can effortlessly ignore it, truly extraordinary."
But immediately, another sharp-eyed strongman poured a bucket of cold water:
"This is merely because they can restrain the dead, after all, in mythology, the Underworld possesses the authority to suppress the dead.
This limited ability, however, cannot suppress the Council of the Dead, as they are more than just one councilman. If several councilmen choose to attack head-on, how could a mere Sequence 6 hurt a Saint?"
As if to confirm his words, no sooner had he finished speaking than the screen in the magic mirror changed once again.
The other four councilmen of the dead, stationed in different sections of the underground city responsible for various defenses, had clearly sensed the upheaval and invasion in the core area. They had already transformed into swift dark shadows tearing through space to arrive at this main battlefield.
