My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 124 124: Necromancer vs. Necromancer!

The old man cursed in his heart. Although this was a brat in front of him, he really had a terrifying perception of things; it was like he was facing a cunning old person instead of a brat.

'They should be arriving soon anyway.' With a sigh, he told everything that he knew, word for word, without missing a beat.

Gang Reyong heard the words of the old man with a calm expression.

After he was finally done speaking, Gang Reyong spoke coldly:

"Are you done?"

"Y-yes," the old man shuttered.

Gang Reyong pointed at Jin Hyuk, and he imdiately moved toward the old man.

"Wait, didn't you say that…!?"

"Your words don't match the person from the other room." Gang Reyong turned around and left the room, with the brutal cry of the old man echoing throughout the place.

Soon, the room turned calm again after so ti.

Then Gang Reyong reached another room where a man was begging for rcy:

"So you are saying that you call upon the Door Keeper, and they allow one to travel to the Demonic faction?"

"Yes."

"I see." Making a thoughtful nod, Gang Reyong said coldly, "I will spare you."

"T-thank you."

"Spare you from the torture."

His head severed and fell to the ground in an instant, leaving a sickening thud.

Then Gang Reyong arrived at the old man who had already unalived himself.

Now, except for Gang Reyong, there were no living presences in this place.

After doing all this, he walked up to the center of the castle where there was a simple garden.

Looking around the place, he narrowed his eyes:

"So, this is the place where the Door Keeper appears, huh."

He closed his eyes to sense death energy, but he couldn't find any, which confused him for a mont.

"Is it sothing else? Teleporting is such a magical thing here in the Martial World?"

This Martial World was relatively primitive and didn't have things like Magic either, although Will was also sothing extraordinary, but teleporting was a completely different concept.

"Either they sohow have high technological developnt, or they have…"

Just as he was thinking, he sensed so strange movent from the ground.

"This is—" he backed away, turned around, and ran away with all his strength.

However, it was a little too late. A figure caught up to him and threw a palm, directly attacking his back.

Crack!

The crisp crack of a spine breaking resounded throughout the place.

Gang Reyong was sent hurtling through the air with a bang and crashed into the wall.

"Is this the little brat who killed Jin Hyuk?" a cold voice ca.

Gang Reyong coughed up blood. His spine was broken, and he struggled to even stand on two legs; however, he was calm, not even a twitch of his facial muscles.

He leaned on the wall and finally got a look at the man, it was a man with a goatee.

Strange in appearance, covered in a weird dress that looked like a dark magician's, holding a staff in his left hand.

There were twenty more of them, dressed the sa way, each emitting the terrifying presence of a First-stage Martial Artist.

"Are you deaf, brat? Why are you not replying?"

The goatee man instantly appeared in front of him and punched him hard in the gut.

Cough!

Gang Reyong crouched down, vomiting blood again.

"Are you still not listening?" the goatee man asked again.

Gang Reyong raised his head silently, coldly, without a shred of fear.

Bang!

His ribs broke apart, and he was sent back with such force that the wall broke apart, and he landed against the wall of another room.

Gang Reyong lay on the ground and quietly muttered:

"Arise."

All the undead in the castle went to his shadow domain, then the void distorted in front of him and appeared all around him.

More than hundreds!

Four First-stage Martial Artists at the helm.

The man was about to continue; however, he was flabbergasted when he saw the terrifying enemy in front of him and hurriedly backed away.

Jian Ruxue hurriedly arrived in front of Gang Reyong and supported him to stand up from the ground.

"Ho… ha…" Gang Reyong took deep breaths. Although he couldn't die, he could still feel the pain.

"Attack," he pointed with his fingers.

His undead army moved step by step, approaching the twenty-one First-stage Martial Artists who were in a state of utter confusion right now.

"Is that Jiangshi?"

"What the three elders said seed to be true."

They murmured to themselves, and their expressions turned serious.

Everyone raised their staff at the sa ti and chanted a mysterious mantra. The mont they did, the void distorted just like Gang Reyong's, but from it, green-skinned and gray-skinned people erged.

Necromancer vs. Necromancer!

It was an interesting battle, but one whose outco was obvious.

The two armies clashed in an instant.

The sheer aftermath of the first clash caused the entire castle to crumble.

Even in the crumbling state, they fought head to head.

Gang Reyong scanned the battlefield with the support of Jian Ruxue and muttered:

"Fools."

Then he closed his eyes to connect to the abyss of death, casually binding the souls that died because of his undead.

Then he opened his eyes and spoke coldly:

"Arise."

The void distorted, and the fallen Jiangshi appeared in undead forms, fighting their comrades.

In just an instant, the tide of the battle changed, and the army of Jiangshi was defeated.

The twenty-one First-stage Martial Artists were completely surrounded by his undead army, which had doubled in size.

"How is this possible?" the man with a goatee said in disbelief.

They lost the battle before it even began.

"There is still a chance, just kill that brat," one of them muttered, and they exchanged glances for a brief mont.

Eight of them suppressed the three First-stage Martial undead, and the others moved to make way for the army of undead.

Twelve of them was all it took to suppress the countless undead.

And the goatee man finally appeared in front of Gang Reyong.

"Hehe, brat, you are dead."

Only to be t with a sniper rifle aiming toward him.

"Goodnight," Gang Reyong muttered as he pulled the trigger.