Standing quietly by the window, gazing at the rear, Ruth felt a sense of sourness in his heart once again.
This was already the third attack of the chaotic undead.
Judging by the number, which is only half of the first attack, it was clear the mastermind was about to give up.
Whether she thought such attacks were not worth it or simply had no enough undead left to command, it only proved one thing: Aislin was still holding on.
Especially since, in this third attack, which was clearly heading towards its end, 'Aislin' still hadn't appeared on the battlefield.
In this situation, Ruth found it rather fitting: those relatively broken few aircraft, which strugglingly connected to the Traveling Magic Array, were completely wrecked in consecutive attacks.
Those undead covered in filth and disgusting marks were clearly different from the normal skeletons and necromancy controlled by the Tower of the Undead's people.
