This was originally their greatest advantage, which has now become their greatest disadvantage.

Once they landed, they were just like fish out of water, unable to flounder very far.

Compared to the flying undead, the five Knights of the Winged Night Shadow used as bait were the most unfortunate.

Although the Winged Night Shadow has a physical form, in essence, it still belongs to incorporeal undead, only its body’s negative energy is cohesive enough.

When the anti-magic area took effect, the Winged Night Shadow vanished into thin air.

Those Spellcaster Knights, belonging to corporeal undead and having lost their spellcasting abilities, directly engaged in free-falling, crashing heavily to the ground, shattering their skeletal remains and extinguishing their soul fire on the spot.

Whether or not fishing is successful, the bait generally does not end well.

The anti-magic area was merely the beginning, not far away, a pre-prepared teleportation array lit up with a teleportation glow, a troop of heavily armed Giant Zombies rushed out from within, taking large strides swiftly towards the crash-landed flying undead, aiming to kill them while they were down.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge roars came from afar, and more flying undead came following the sound. They seemed to already know the plight of their companions, not only did their speed soar to the extreme, but their formation became extremely dispersed, bypassing the anti-magic zone from a distance.

The Winged Night Shadow, lurking around the anti-magic zone, soared into the sky, rushing towards the flying undead coming for rescue.

Their goal was clear, to hold off these flying undead and buy time for the ground forces.

The meticulous mind of the Corpse King was well-known, and this ambush could be said to be all-encompassing, anticipating all the enemy’s reactions.

The flying undead obviously had means of long-distance communication, as soon as the support arrived, the skeletal remains in the distance boiled, and two enormous entities emerged from within.

They were none other than their old acquaintances, old rivals, the Lords of the other two undead territories, the Giant Bone King and the Skeleton Dragon King.

But now they have both become the servants of that Defiler.

After teleporting into the battlefield, they didn’t pause for a moment, immediately dashing towards the anti-magic zone, where the three flying undead crash-landed.

The Defiler places great importance on this new style of aerial combat undead, determined to rescue them at any cost.

As the two undead lords charged forward, their forms began to twist.

By the time they reached the anti-magic zone, they had transformed from skeleton undead into flesh and blood bodies.

The Burning Flames Queen, lurking in the shadows, couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

This situation had only appeared on the Giant Bone King before, perhaps as a coincidence.

Now appearing consecutively on two individuals, especially after both surrendered to that Defiler, it has become a certainty.

If she too could master this ability, when she re-attacks the Corpse King’s Lich Tower, the constraints wouldn’t be as deadly as before.

Awoooo! Awoooo! Awoooo!

Another teleportation array began to flicker with spiritual light, and a number of grotesque undead sprung out from within.

Their bodies were extremely emaciated, with skeletal frames, somewhat resembling goblins—slender hands with claws as sharp as blades, a wide mouth full of fangs, particularly the six canine-shaped teeth, leaving no doubt that a bite from them would cause a terrible rend.

Their whole appearance was an abnormal pale gray, with no hair on their bodies, riddled with various sizes of oozing sores, one can imagine the pungent smell emanating from them without needing to sniff it.

The most unique feature belonged to the two tentacles extending from beneath their ribs, almost as thick as their master’s arms and even longer, mirroring the same pale color as the pus, constantly twisting and periodically dripping with pus fluid.

Bone Suckers!

This was the Corpse King’s ultimate weapon against the two Skeleton Lords.

Their most unique ability was to secrete a cartilage toxin, injecting it into enemies through fangs, swiftly softening enemy bones into a viscous liquid, and then sucking it out through the two tentacle orifices.

This ability was extremely effective against skeletal undead, even as powerful as the Giant Bone King and Skeleton Dragon King, once their toxin entered the bones, their strong damage reduction ability would become ineffective.

The eyes of these Bone Suckers were filled with insatiable hunger, completely ignoring the massive size gap between themselves and the Giant Bone King and Skeleton Dragon King, recklessly charging forward without fear of death.

The festering sores on their bodies plainly showed they had been starved for some time.

Their decaying bodies needed constant sustenance; the fluid leaking from their sores was a mixture of cartilage toxin and bone fluid. Without feeding over long periods, these sores would multiply and slowly erode their own bones, eventually possibly consuming them entirely.

An appropriate amount of sores wouldn’t affect their combat power, contrary, they turned them into more fierce predators.

The cold, ruthless Corpse King understood this deeply.

The first Bone Suckers to rush out were only the size of hounds, hunched over, sometimes running on all fours with extraordinary dexterity.