Looking around,
The dense ghost heads are stirring in the ruins.
Under Yi Lin's perception, within the dilapidated buildings, at least three to four hundred undead are surrounding this place.
The pillars of light above Yi Lin and Oda Mai's heads stretch from heaven to earth, piercing the smoky clouds like two beacons, illuminating this desolate land.
All sorts of ranged attacks force Yi Lin and Oda Mai to retreat.
They stand back to back.
Yi Lin wasn't wrong in his guess.
This Oda Mai is not the Oda Mai he used to know.
The time of her "death" is in a more distant future, in the era when the four Apocalypse Knights run rampant.
And then, she died.
She became indifferent to life and death, including her own.
Oda Mai coldly gazes at the enemies across the ruins, ready psychologically to take a few heads to accompany her in death.
This wave is worth it, she's already killed enough.
All the surrounding undead are silent.
