My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 110 110: Terrifying Undead Army!

Gang Ryeong observed the scene with cold, unblinking eyes.

He watched as the brawny, green-skinned creature was being torn apart, by his own.

A cruel irony.

The giant was powerful, yes, but not powerful enough to stand alone against hundreds of his kin.

It was like facing a tide made of yourself. Even with his strength, even with the ease with which he tore through them…

They were different.

They were undead. Immortal. Everlasting.

At first, it was barely noticeable, but over ti, the giant began to tire.

And still, the number of undead surrounding him never diminished.

Ahhhh–

The brawny, green-skinned giant let out a roar that shook the air itself.

His eyes burned red, veins bulging and throbbing across his face.

It was completely enraged now.

Then, slowly, another giant erged behind it—one just like it.

Roughly ten ters tall.

Brawny. Powerful.

Gang Ryeong observed the image with a thoughtful gaze.

"They won't be able to handle that," he murmured.

No sooner had he spoken than the giant moved.

Its massive foot slamd into the ground, sending tremors rippling through the earth, like an earthquake had been unleashed.

Gang Ryeong remained calm and composed.

Even as the ground quaked beneath him, his expression didn't waver.

The green-skinned undead were obliterated under the giant's brutal assault, reduced to nothing more than crushed flesh.

Though they could regenerate, recovering from such devastation would take ti.

In just a few thunderous stomps, Gang Ryeong's entire force of green-skinned undead had been decimated.

"You're dead, brat." He roared, eyes bloodshot with fury.

Another undead appeared before Gang Ryeong, but this one was different.

It wasn't green-skinned. It was human.

That's right, it was the senior brother he had killed before.

In life, he had been a peak Martial Trainee.

But even that ant little before a third-stage martial artist.

Gang Ryeong glanced around and grinned.

"Stall him."

Without waiting, he moved. His figure blurred as he vanished from sight, reappearing amidst the horde.

He began his slaughter.

There were still more than fifty green-skinned undead left, but Gang Ryeong tore through them at a terrifying pace, cutting them down one by one.

The brawny green-skinned giant was montarily confused, his path blocked by the undead peak Martial Trainee.

It took him so ti to deal with the obstacle.

But by the ti he did…

Gang Ryeong had already slain every last green-skinned creature in the area.

"Let's do this," he muttered, drawing a deep breath as he stood still for a mont.

Then, with a voice like a whisper laced in death:

"Arise."

Dark energy surged from him, swirling like smoke.

From the shadows, fifty more green-skinned undead rose, surrounding the giant and his image in a tight formation, trapping them completely.

"Petty tricks!" the giant roared, stomping with fury, trying to break free from the encirclent.

But the battle dragged on.

Gang Ryeong's eyes narrowed as he observed the image of the brawny green-skinned, a blurry image that looked very similar to itself.

Its form was beginning to flicker.

"His ntal state is destabilizing," he murmured.

Although the bulky green-skinned giant appeared fierce and relentless, the prolonged battle was gradually wearing him down. His strength was fading and with it, his ntal stability.

As his mind weakened, so too did the image behind him, flickering and distorting with each passing mont.

anwhile, Gang Ryeong poured more death energy into the field, hastening the regeneration of the fallen undead.

In an instant, the tide of battle shifted.

The once seemingly invincible green-skinned giant was now being overwheld by the sheer number of undead swarming him.

"Ahhh–!"

Exhaustion overtook him. His breath ca in ragged gasps.

At last, the flickering image behind him shattered and with it, the giant collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

His strength was spent.

It looked on in horror as its own brethren began to hack it apart, piece by piece.

Right before its eyes, green blood splattered across the ground.

Blades struck again and again, relentless and rciless.

Until there was almost nothing left.

Barely a trace remained.

"This is the power of an undead army," Gang Ryeong thought to himself with a quiet sigh.

He hadn't lifted a single finger.

His army had done all the work.

This undying...

Eternal force.

When all was finally silent, he closed his eyes.

And his consciousness sank, back into the abyss of death.

Here, in this endless void, he returned to his truest form.

The ghoul form.

"Unfortunately, I cannot walk freely in this abyss," Gang Ryeong muttered. "Otherwise, I could have bound even more souls."

Just then, he sensed a presence, one soul, filled with deep resentnt, drifting toward him.

Without hesitation, Gang Ryeong casually extended his palm and caught it.

Unlike the others, this soul was larger, stronger.

But in Gang Ryeong's grasp, it was still nothing.

Slowly, he began channeling death energy into it.

"Hmm?"

Ti passed in the blink of an eye, but despite the steady flow of death energy, there was little to no progress.

His eyes glinted with amusent.

"Are you resisting ?"

Gang Ryeong's death energy surged to new heights, drawn from the depths of his bottomless core.

Gradually, the soul began to weaken, inching under his control.

But then—his vision shifted.

Suddenly, he stood in a vast, blank white space.

And before him lood the brawny green-skinned monster.

Gang Ryeong looked at the towering creature and sneered.

"Oh? Your resentnt runs that deep?"

"Roar!"

The giant didn't answer. Consud by rage, it charged forward, swinging a massive fist at him.

Gang Ryeong, now in his shadow form, calmly raised his hand and caught the blow with ease.

Then, with equal nonchalance, he drove his own fist forward.

Bang!

He punched clean through the giant's body, tearing it apart and utterly destroying it.

Gang Ryeong watched as the soul of the giant began to regenerate, its recovery visible and rapid.

"I might have been afraid… if I weren't a ghoul."

He opened his mouth.

Instantly, a devouring force surged forth, an abyssal pull that sought to consu everything in its path.

The giant's soul let out a furious roar, but it was helpless against the overwhelming power.

In its final monts, it glimpsed sothing, Gang Ryeong towering like a god of death, standing upon the void itself.

A being from the abyss.

With one last, futile roar, the soul's final resistance was shattered.

Consud completely.

Gang Ryeong's eyes snapped open in the real world. He let out a quiet sigh in his heart.

"That was quite the adventure…" Then, his voice turned cold:

"Arise."

The void twisted.

Reality warped.

And from within it, the brawny green-skinned giant erged once more, shrouded in black haze, eyes hollow.

A Third-Stage Martial Artist.