As dawn broke, the warriors of the Rushing River Knights Group were still fighting on the lands near the ruins of Malo Town. Even though all the Jackal Warlocks had been eradicated, the battle was far from over.
Undead roamed among the town's ruins, becoming frenzied at the scent of any living being.
What was worse, these undead, after forming into an army, began to mindlessly advance beyond the ruins of Malo Town. It seemed the living in the nearest village were luring them, and under the sunlight, the battlefield grew even more intense rather than quieting down.
"Holy Light, please grant me strength! Purify these foul bones!"
Uncle Fuding, who had been busy all night, was still full of energy. Upon seeing another wave of undead skeletons emerging from the ruins, he hoisted his war hammer with a loud cry and charged forward.
Several Torrent Knights at his side followed suit, fearlessly engaging the skeletons and pulverizing them into piles of bone dust within minutes.