"This is impossible!"
On the fourth level of the Maze, Arist's furious voice echoed through every corridor, the shattering sound much like the half-collapsed ground beneath Luo Yan's feet.
The god, driven mad, had already fused with the entire Maze.
The walls were his skin, the red mist his breath.
He could clearly "see" everything happening inside the Maze, yet it was precisely those scenes that drove him into a frenzy!
The massacre he had envisioned did not occur.
Those fearless Undead, unbelievably, stood alongside the bewildered Magic Apprentices.
The skeletons formed a solid defensive line with their fragile frames, perfectly compensating for the apprentices' weakness in melee combat.
They sacrificed themselves to teach the living behind them a final lesson in courage.
Arist could not accept this.
His meticulously arranged army of Wailing was being defeated by this hastily assembled Alliance Army!
