The Necromancer's Fourth Catastrophe-Chapter 430 - 381: Wind

At this moment, the people behind Thomas also reacted, discovering the anomaly in the distance.

A Legendary Tier presence beside Thomas slightly furrowed their brows and then spoke, "Sir Thomas..."

Thomas reached out his hand to stop the person from speaking, "Everyone, prepare for battle."

The speed of those black dots was simply too fast. In Thomas's eyes, in just a short while, those black dots had transformed into black shadows in their vision, though it was still unclear what exactly they were.

But just this speed alone was enough to make him extremely vigilant.

Upon hearing Thomas's command, the expressions of the Legendary and Epic Tier presences behind him changed slightly.

Subsequently, the mages began casting magic, placing layers of defense magic and support magic on themselves and their nearby companions, each getting ready for battle.

As for the knights, they rushed to the forefront, shielding the mages behind them, and their entire bodies erupted with terrifying golden battle energy, ready to unleash their combat techniques.

Finally, the black shadows came into clear view in the eyes of Thomas and the others, and after seeing what they were, Thomas's face drastically changed.

Then, he gently waved his hand, and a ball of flame instantly appeared above his head.

This flame then began to compress, exhibiting a terrifying aura. This was his most powerful attack magic, but it required some preparation time, making it difficult to use in battle. However, now that they had spotted the enemy early, and there was still some distance before the enemy approached, he had enough time to unleash his most powerful fire magic.

A few seconds later, the opponents entered Thomas's perception range, and he clearly sensed that these attacking undead creatures totaled just over 100.

And there were less than 10 Legendary Tier presences among them, while the rest were all Epic Tier, which made him relax a little.

If that was the case, just on the surface, they still held a huge advantage.

Especially since they were already prepared for battle, both he and his subordinates were all preparing their most powerful attack moves. Once those undead creatures came within range, they could give them a direct and severe strike.

As long as they could successfully hit the opponent, it would instantly cause them heavy losses, leaving them with no resistance.

While feeling relieved, Thomas was also puzzled. According to the messages from the Bright Church Country, that undead force should be curling up on the outskirts of the Chaotic Sea Domain, so how could they encounter an undead force squad here?

Moreover, the way they acted made it obvious that they were proactively attacking them. This made him feel even stranger; who on earth gave them the courage? Clearly at a disadvantage, they still dared to attack proactively.

Finally, as those undead creatures approached their attack range, a cold smile appeared on Thomas's face, and he suddenly shouted: "Attack!"

As Thomas's words fell, he and his subordinates all acted simultaneously. Countless terrifying magic and combat techniques filled the vision, presenting a scene of apocalyptic destruction.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Thomas's face. Although he couldn't understand what this undead force was planning, being able to seize the initiative here and crush a squad of undead forces was quite an accomplishment. It would give him more bragging rights later.

It would also earn him the admiration of other forces.

However, the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze. In his incredulous gaze, those undead creatures, about to be enveloped by their attack magic and combat techniques, suddenly turned their bodies sharply, using an unbelievable speed to escape the attack range from their blind spots, successfully dodging all of their attacks.

This squad of undead creatures that came to attack was none other than Swinging in the Wind and his group.

Iron Black Pot stood on Swinging in the Wind's back, scanning these stunned enemies with a smile, "These bosses really underestimated us. They know nothing about Swinging's speed. They probably thought they had us just now."

Hearing Iron Black Pot's words, Flatulence, standing next to him, also grinned, "I guess they thought the speed at which we charged earlier was our limit."

"Judging by the speed at which we charged, it was indeed hard to escape their attack range. But unfortunately, that wasn't our maximum speed. Alright, let's not waste time. Let's finish these bosses off right here now."

As his words fell, a vicious smile appeared on Flatulence's face. Then, with six arms wielded, a terrifying stream of death energy gathered on each arm. These death energies surged frantically, quickly forming six gigantic black dragons, which Flatulence then fiercely projected outward.

Not to be outdone, Swinging in the Wind opened his massive dragon mouth, releasing a huge black flame pillar from within.