"Ji Xing!"
Zhang Xiaoman was observing the battle below when suddenly a shout rang out behind him.
"It's you guys."
He didn't turn around, but he already knew the identity of the newcomers; it was several Holy Ones from the Unshacklers Association.
"Ji Xing, how do you know Undead Magic, hasn't that already been lost? Could it be that you are an Undead Mage, you..."
Yohad couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked loudly.
McCarthy patted him on the shoulder and interrupted:
"Enough, Yohad, now's not the time to ask about this. You were seriously injured before, so go back quickly and leave this to us."
Yohad refused:
"I'm not going back! I may have gotten a small injury, but I can still fight! Even if I can't handle that cunning Urbis for now, I can still help deal with those ork brats! We Dwarves aren't that fragile!"
Zhang Xiaoman turned to glance at them and said:
