512 Collision 512 Collision As a born predator.
The Black Spider possessed an innate sense of smell.
She could trace the signs of prey from details and detect potential dangers.
The army of undead before her gave her a sense of unease.
The thousand-strong Demon Beast army halted.
On the Black Spider’s command, the Demon Beast army quickly stopped.
They assumed a state of alert.
The larger Demon Beasts stood at the forefront.
Their bodies leaned slightly forward, hind legs dug into the ground, firmly anchoring to the earth.
Simultaneously, some lowered their heads, revealing extremely sharp fangs.
Those with natural talents emanated mysterious and unknown energies from their bodies.
They prepared thoroughly to face the approaching undead army.
The Black Spider squinted her purple eyes, staring unblinkingly into the distance.
As the undead army gradually approached.
She finally saw the general situation clearly.
“The Nine-Headed Giant Python?”
“The Demon Moon Priestess?”
The Black Spider was surprised: “So, she really is leading the army back?”
Her alertness slightly eased.
Yet there was still some doubt in her eyes: “Why are there only two thousand undead left?”
“Did they suffer a great defeat?”
“Or did she leave part of the undead to guard and hurried back for the reward?”
The first thought emerged, only to be dismissed by herself.
A ten-thousand-strong undead army attacking a small Boundary Mountain.
And launching an attack so quickly that humans had no time to react.
The few soldiers on Boundary Mountain would be as easily cut down as cabbage, wouldn’t they?
How could there be a chance of failure?
The only possibility was that she was hurrying back for the reward.
“This Demon Moon Priestess is afraid that our reinforcements might take some credit.”
The Black Spider snorted in dissatisfaction.
She glanced at the Demon Moon Priestess again from afar.
Her clothes were as clean as new, her hair neat, nothing like someone who had fought a battle.
It was unimaginable how easy this battle must have been.
Suddenly.
The Black Spider noticed a few human clan men in black robes, beaten and bloodied, tied to the backs of the Demon Beasts at the rear.
She couldn’t help but chuckle: “It’s those little guys!”
“I wanted to chase them down and have some fun just now.”
“I didn’t expect the Demon Moon Priestess to run into them head-on.”
“Ha ha ha, what a bunch of unlucky little devils.”
Convinced it was her own suspicions.
The Black Spider waved her hand: “What are you still on alert for?”
“Our little ice beauty takes pride, don’t provoke her.”
“Don’t start a real fight.”
The Demon Beast army then lifted their guard.
The formation relaxed.
Pairs of eyes looked at the grand procession of the undead army approaching.
There was still some fear in their eyes.
This was the legendary Dead Spirit Army.
They were immortal.
As long as the death aura remained, they could continue fighting even if only bone fragments were left.