Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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When the evening arrived, the fresh blood smeared across the land and the changing colors of the sky showcased the cruelty of war.
The main army had launched an assault on the pyramid. The fourth camp was the last camp before the final showdown. It was time for them to advance fearlessly to reach the pyramid… what stood behind them was no longer their reinforcements, or their city, but they would find themselves surrounded by lots of undead.
Mo Fan had faced a similar experience before. It was at the Ancient Capital, when the army of undead was many times bigger than the human army. They had quite a few Super Mages back then, but they only had two this time.
The last five kilometers!