In an instant, he wanted to dodge to the side, but the golden lightning fell too fast.
In an instant, it struck his left arm.
"Ah!"
As an undead, he once again felt pain, this golden lightning pierced his soul.
His right arm also broke off, turning into charred debris and falling to the ground.
But at this moment, he couldn't care about that anymore.
The instinct for survival drove his soul to keep running forward.
After all, he was still a gold-class undead, and the toughness of his soul allowed him to endure the pain and keep running.
Other undead, however, if struck, had no room to evade.
Each strike turned the undead around the weak point into dust in an instant.
The golden lightning fell like a torrential rain, constantly erupting among the retreating undead formations.
The piercing pain of the soul made countless undead scream miserably.
The entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of wailing from the undead, oblivious to pain.
