Under the firmant, a massive Bone Dragon soared above the clouds.
Its skeleton was like a steel frawork, the grim white bones emitting a ghostly glow in the sunlight.
The shattered white bone wings of the Bone Dragon beat powerfully in the air, creating a howling wind akin to a raging storm, causing the surrounding clouds to churn.
Within its hollow skull, two bright Soul Fires flickered, like two Luminous Pearls embedded in its head, shining with a sinister red light.
Its nostrils twitched, exhaling waves of Cold Qi, like the breath of a glacier, with parts of its body even encrusted with frost.
The body of the Bone Dragon was eerily hollow yet adorned with huge scales arranged with an aesthetic charm; these scales, silhouetted against the sky, resembled stars in the night, emitting a dim silver glow.
Its tail was long and powerful, swinging like lightning across the horizon, radiating a blinding light, with its tip as sharp as a Treasure Sword.
As the Bone Dragon danced in the sky, wisps of frost fell from high up, with black ice crystals descending.
These ice crystals were rather unique, entering the respiratory organs with each human breath.
Once the ice crystals entered a human’s heart and lungs, they would reverse-grow, eventually turning into thumb-thick spikes, piercing through the heart and lungs completely.
The Necromancer stood atop the Bone Dragon’s head, clutching a golden White Bone Staff engraved with Demon Patterns.
Spirit Saint’s appearance resembled a ferocious Screaming Banshee.
He stood as an ally to Saturday, like left and right arms, not far from the Necromancer.
"Finally arrived here."
The Soul Fire of the Necromancer began to flicker intensely.
It seed greatly excited.
"Go on, my beloved White Bone Pet Beast army, charge forth and encircle the entire outskirts of the Young Qilin Cup."
The Necromancer raised the White Bone Staff high, its giant skull adorned with a White Bone Crown akin to White Jade.
The ground suddenly cracked open, countless horned skulls erged from below.
Soul Fires flickered within their skulls, but their forms showed them to be a horde of Undead Demons.
At this mont, the Screaming Giraffe, whose neck had been blown apart, sprouted flesh buds, and soon fierce beast heads erged one after another from its neck.
Golden light points surged into their mouths, beams of light shot skywards, leaving golden arcs in the sky.
Bang! A massive Fireball erupted.
In just a mont, half of the bones in the sky were cleared.
"You think that’s my entire force?"
"I am a Necromancer, a future ruler of the Undead."
"Co forth, my Blood Skeleton Legion."
This legion was the ace force of the Necromancer.
However, for caution, the Necromancer brought only a small portion.
Suddenly, a slight tremor broke the silence.
The ground cracked with countless web-like fissures, and soil shifted in all directions.
From the cracked earth, bloody Bone Claws struggled against the soil’s confines and erged.
Soon, blood-red eyes appeared on the ground, revealing endless hunger and coldness.
Slaughter, they craved slaughter.
They sought more power; the more they killed, the faster they advanced to more formidable beings.
These Skeleton Warriors were entwined with blood-red Blood Light, which appeared viscous, seemingly alive and pulsating.
In their eye sockets, the ghostly red Soul Fire burned brightly, strikingly vivid.
The blood-red armor they wore had blood flowing on its surface, dropping onto the ground and emitting white smoke.
Evidently, this blood was corrosive.
Each blood-red skeleton climbed from the earth, sared with dirt, with a long nine-head saber hanging at its waist.
On their backs hung blood-red Shields, looking rather eerie.
As the legion fully erged from underground, the air reeked of a tallic blood odor.
They subtly moved their heads, their sharp eyes pointing to the sky, standing in rectangular formations like trained soldiers.
They silently opened and closed their mouths, their eyes exuding a murderous aura.
After transforming into blood-red Skeletons, they naturally developed a deep craving for blood, regarding the muscular Screaming Giraffe as pri at.
"Spirit Saint, Saturday, how do you like my move?"
"Don’t bla if you don’t perform well today, or I’ll extract your souls to make Screaming Lamp Oil."
Screaming Lamp Oil is made by extracting souls from bodies, using souls as fuel, burning them with Hellfire.
During soul combustion, souls remain conscious, experiencing the sensation of being burned alive.
This requires a thousand-year burn before possibly reducing souls to ashes.
"Hehe, Necromancer, I’m just here to help. You can’t order or extract my soul."
"The power behind us isn’t to be trifled with."
Spirit Saint said coldly.
At this point, countless cracks appeared below the Screaming Giraffe.
Blood-red Bone Claws grabbed its slender limbs tightly.
The Screaming Giraffe struggled desperately, eventually pulled underground by the Bone Claws.
A large amount of blood gushed from beneath, staining the earth blood-red.
Soon, as the Necromancer raised the staff, a Screaming Giraffe made of bones erged from the ground.
Brothers who once stood together, instantly transford into mbers of the Undead.
This angered the other Screaming Giraffes imnsely.
"Quick, let other Screaming Giraffes retreat to the second barrier."
Wang Hu shouted loudly.
As other beasts retreated to the second line of defense, bones blanketed the mountains, encircling the Young Qilin Cup venue.
"A distinguished Fla Country Level event, yet the security team is so weak, my preparations for so many undead forces were in vain."
The Necromancer’s eyes were filled with disdain.
Sunflower Fairy’s Clone disguised itself as a palm-sized flower, hiding in a remote corner.
Until the Bone Army approached, nurous Sunflower Fairy Clones unleashed Holy Light Shining.
The strong light enveloped the surroundings.
Under the Holy Light, blood-red Skeletons emitted copious amounts of blood-red air currents.
They howled, transforming into blackened skeletons falling to the ground.
Even the battle armor worn by the blood-red Skeletons fell to the ground.
The Necromancer’s figure was swallowed by the blinding light as well.
"Damn, what a glare, where did these Light Skills co from?"
"Have we stepped into an ambush?"
The Necromancer waved the staff, and a gust of wind arose.
Ink-black clouds swiftly spread, were it not for the enduring Holy Light Shining, this place would turn into a shadow realm.
"Necromancy."
The Necromancer decided on a swift battle, summoning Headless Horsen.
These Headless Horsen wore Steel Armor, wielding two sharp Giant Swords.
Steel Armor bore white Demon Patterns.
These Demon Patterns resisted the erosion of Light Attribute Skills.
"Humph, soon I’ll clear out those little ones emitting sunlight."
The Necromancer snorted coldly, visibly enraged.
Yet, before the Headless Horsen could swing their swords.
These Sunflower Fairy Clones uprooted their stems and scurried away.
Kidding, facing ruthless Headless Horsen, there’s no better ti to flee.
"Kuimu Wolf, your plan is bold indeed; it’ll be interesting to see the reaction when they realize they’ve been fooled."
Ghost Golden Sheep remarked with wicked amusent.
Reviews
All reviews (0)