"All of you… Attack them!"
As soon as the order was given, the undead charged at Merlin and the others without the slightest hesitation.
Catrine, Nysera, and Lisa didn't flinch. They raised their weapons and faced the incoming monsters head-on.
Merlin wasn't afraid either. He summoned his pair of Primordium daggers and charged forward.
Slash!
With a single swipe, an undead's head was severed from its neck. Merlin then leaped forward and slashed through three more undead in an instant.
His movements were so fast that they were nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye.
Lisa wasn't about to be outdone. With one casual swing of her weapon, hundreds of undead were instantly reduced to dust.
The average strength of the undead was only around level three, while the strongest among them barely reached level seven. To Lisa, they were nothing more than weak and fragile ants.
"Nysera, I'll take the right. You take the left!"
