Across the trenches, similar scenes were unfolding everywhere.
One after another, the undead took down the Pressurefang Wolves. The pack, which had numbered more than fifty when the battle began, was shrinking at a visible rate.
Every attempt to surround the undead resulted in another wolf being struck down. As for the wolves that proved smarter and tried to exploit gaps in the undead formation.
Most times, they often found themselves facing a second undead waiting nearby.
The wolves were gradually losing the advantage. Their speed might be impressive, and their fangs could still tear through undead flesh, but that was not enough to overcome the sheer number of powerful undead fighting against them.
Worse, the Soul Lantern of Eternal Crypt continued illuminating the battlefield, preventing them from disappearing into the darkness and launching the silent ambushes that had made them so dangerous in the first place.
