Chapter 885: Successfully Sowing Discord
"Everyone should know about what happened yesterday."
In the grand hall of the City of Death, a group of zombies and skeletons sat together. If you looked closely, you would realize that none of them were undead mages; they were merely smaller undead possessed by the mages, expendable and unworthy of concern.
Usually, it was the undead mages themselves who sat here.
Though it’s uncertain if they were physically present or if they had any defensive measures, they were indeed absent. The events of yesterday led everyone to dare not show their true forms.
Many even confirmed that those individuals were probably no longer in the City of Death.
They had certainly felt that enormous Holy Light; if it had struck directly in the City of Death, they would all be doomed.
"We know such a large-scale Holy Light Magic must be the work of the Temple, most likely the Light Temple."
"Are they crazy? We haven’t even settled the previous matters with them, and they dare attack us. They may be powerful, but we’re not incapable either."
This arrogant tone, contrasted with cowardly words, drew the attention of everyone present.
Yet nobody spoke, as that’s exactly the reality. Just the Temple Alliance inside the Chirali Empire is not something they could contend with, even if the legendary mage behind them stepped in.
Their existence was tolerated because they are still useful for intimidating the ordinary people.
After all, if there were no evil in the world, what use would there be for light? This was something they understood long ago.