The closer they got to the surface of Pit No. 2, the more half-dead creatures there were.
The former miners' stronghold, in particular, was now teeming with infected undead, resembling a purgatory on Earth.
"Holy Law!"
A middle-aged man clad in armor, holding a Longsword, looked solemnly at the chaotic crowd ahead.
As he uttered two syllables infused with a sacred aura, a soft white light bloomed from him, dispersing the pernicious aura that filled the surroundings.
"The deceased should rest in peace."
With a slight bow, the man charged forward like a bolt of lightning, swinging his Longsword and felling one half-dead after another.
His Longsword was covered in rust and did not look sharp, yet when it cut into the half-dead, it sliced as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
Nothing could withstand the path of his Longsword.
The white light radiating from him further suppressed the malevolent energy.
