Michael suddenly felt slightly guilty.
"I should probably inspect everyone properly after returning."
Three hundred Epic Grade undead. He couldn't keep treating them as ordinary soldiers simply because they weren't Beginning or Lily.
Of course, if he ever needed to fully release them in the future, he had to make sure the enemies he faced didn't survive to spread the information.
Three or five Epic Grade monsters could be dismissed as luck. Revealing hundreds would paint a permanent target on his back.
In any case, the presence of those hundreds of Epic Grade undead made one thing increasingly obvious.
The battle was approaching its end. Perhaps not within the next few seconds, but the direction of the battlefield had already become irreversible.
The wolves were powerful. Their average level was higher, and their coordination was impressive for monsters.
