Who doesn't know Little Skeleton?
Who doesn't have a group of Little Skeletons?
These little guys are fantastic for manual labor in the mines, completely environntally friendly laborers, yet their usefulness stops there.
Using Little Skeletons for battle? They would shatter into pieces before even reaching the battlefield.
It's not that strong figures cannot erge from Little Skeletons.
There are quite a few, seeing that the group of Little Skeletons is so vast.
However, the powerful ones born among the Little Skeletons often arise through serendipity, promoting and evolving into Skeleton Soldiers, Skeleton Warriors, and Skeleton Generals—thus gaining the basic qualifications to beco stronger.
Pure Little Skeletons?
The Undead Experts only felt as though they had fallen into an illusion. Due to their vast familiarity, they dared not believe it.
The Little Skeletons they raised at ho, no matter how much they were whipped, couldn't possibly beco this strong.
But in their view now, all these Little Skeletons were so fierce, able to spar back and forth with Third-order Warlord level monsters, and that rusty, notched knife possessed unstoppable sharpness, no monsters could withstand a single strike from it.
If Little Skeletons could do this, Skeleton Soldiers and other such Undead were even more ferocious.
A Skeleton Soldier clad in ragged armor charged into the monster tide, dashing left and right, resembling a war general cutting through and out of vast armies.
Dark mist swirled around it as it suddenly transford into a black shadow rushing forward, drawing a striking black streak.
"Dark Shadow Charge!"
"Boom—!"
Jackal Warriors, Burning Goblins, and other monsters were violently knocked flying while the Skeleton Soldier, running on black smoke in mid-air, imdiately caught up with a Goblin Shaman that had been knocked away.
Its war blade swept across.
Swish—
The goblin shaman's staff broke, and its head flew off.
A feebly Soul Body, its form like a flickering candle in the wind, liable to extinguish at any mont, appeared instantaneously amidst the monster tide through what seed like teleportation.
Black mist similarly wreathed around it.
It suddenly opened its mouth, emitting a scream capable of piercing tal and stone and tearing through the mists.
Intangible... no, now so substantial that the naked eye could see it, the howling ripples expanded outward circle by circle, reaching hundreds of ters. The monsters swept by the death ripples suddenly paused in their running motions. So, under inertia, rolled and fell to the ground, while others' flesh rapidly decayed, letting out painful wails.
Zombies, Dark Shadow Spiders, Leves, Ghouls...
These mid and lower-rank Undead all burst forth with unimaginable, extrely terrifying power.
"All these Undead are Third-order?"
"No, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The watching Undead Experts instantly denied it.
If it were just an anomaly, a certain Little Skeleton or Ghoul breaking through limits to elevate to Third-order Warlord level, there might be a tiny possibility.
However now, Skeletons, Ghouls, Zombies—all these lower-rank Undead were exceptionally powerful.
Powerful to an unreasonable extent.
If this tide of Undead entirely consisted of Skeleton Generals, Vampires, Evil Spirits, and Necromancers of mid and high-rank Undead, they might accept it.
The only possibility now was that the black mist swirling around the Undead contained Great Power!
"The thicker the scent of death, the more the Dead Bones and Undead's combat power will be augnted, endlessly flowing with strength. Conversely, non-Undead beings will be suppressed, even decaying and exhausting their life."
This was the ability of the second stage of 'Necrotic Plague Breath'!
This Great Power's first stage laid the foundation for the Grand Tide of Undead, allowing Undead Beings to continuously erge and develop wisdom, giving birth to Elite Undead.
The second stage, however, exploded the combat power of the Grand Tide of Undead, growing stronger with each kill, more valiant with each battle!
At this mont, under the influence of Red Mist, the ability of 'black mist suppressing non-Undead life' was still hard to activate. But with the amplification of the death aura, even the most ordinary Little Skeleton possessed Third-order strength.
Moreover, even the strike from a Little Skeleton carried a trace of Wither King Bone's force.
The knife was unstoppable!
A lethal slice ant instant death!
…
"Black mist! Exhaust this black mist of these Undead!"
Ice Burial Duke, high above on the Red Mist clouds, couldn't help but be shocked.
The Undead Beings were too powerful.
No wonder, in the past, factions like Tianqi Eternal Life and Birth Nest unanimously decided to first eliminate the Undead Clan.
The Undead must not remain, this other Undead Expert capable of producing nurous Undead Beings even less so.
Ice Burial Duke also discerned at a glance, the fatal weakness of the Undead Tide—black mist!
This black mist was not eternal.
The strength exhibition of Skeletons and Ghouls would consu the black mist.
He, possessing countless monsters, did not fear consumption.
"Rumble—"
And yet more monsters continually poured in from afar, joining this massive battle.
"Crack~!"
Several Little Skeletons drowned in the monster tide. Their frail skeletons finally couldn't withstand the barrage of attacks from countless monsters, cracking and shattering, the not so bright or vigorous Soul Fla within their skulls extinguishing with a flicker.
"Zzzzt—Boom!"
A massive column of lightning precisely struck a howling Soul Body.
The howling abruptly ceased.
The soul body of the specter, originally insubstantial like a bubble's reflection, shattered, leaving behind only a few remnants of crystal dust that sprinkled to the ground.
The two tides clashed, and the Undead naturally kept perishing.
Expenditure!
Expenditure!
Yet while the monster tide was being depleted, it was constantly replenished.
Under the Red Fog Disaster Moon, new monsters were born every mont on the vast land.
The Undead Tide, however, was just this singular stream.
But...
The Ice Burial Duke always had an illusion.
As the battle continued and as warriors from both sides died, the dark fog swirling between heaven and earth seed... thicker and more intense?
Was it an illusion?
He even had another illusion—that as so Undead slew their enemies, their own montum seed to grow stronger, and they even "popped" through level barriers?
He was not sure.
After all, these Undead were very insignificant in his eyes, covered in dark fog, making it difficult to clearly discern the strength of their aura.
But what the Ice Burial Duke could confirm was:
"Whoosh—"
A wisp of dark fog drifted.
On the ground, shattered remains crackled and gathered, the completely pulverized parts regrowing.
In the blink of an eye, a Little Skeleton climbed up, its soul fla reigniting within its skull.
Also revived were countless Little Skeletons, Ghouls, Specters, Zombies...
Your monster wave keeps gathering, but my Undead are endless.
Such a war would only increase the number of Undead.
The monster tide is rely fodder.
The Loathso General longed for such a war to continue, hence he did not make a move.
But he did not act; the Ice Burial Duke could no longer simply sit back and watch.
He targeted the clearly commanding Loathso General.
Wings that blotted out the sky stretched open.
In just an instant,
With no sonic boom, no shockwave, as if teleporting, the Ice Burial Duke descended in front of the Undead Tide.
He did not step into the tide but extended his claw.
"Boom—"
The ground collapsed thunderously, annihilating tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of Undead in an instant. A considerable number of monsters also perished from the impact.
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, only a massive claw, sculpted from ice crystals and covering an area of ten thousand ters, remained pressing down on the land.
The world fell silent.
Roars, screams, the clashing of swords and other sounds were all frozen at that mont.
Such was the power of the Ice Burial Duke.
Freeze everything, bury everything.
Especially a re, non-Law Realm Undead.
Below the Law Realm, all are re ants.
"Eh?"
The Ice Burial Duke suddenly felt suspicious.
Beneath the massive ice crystal claw, the mountainous Loathso General was already frozen.
This was a conceptual freezing.
Freezing the body, energy, soul. Even the Light of Will, capable of creating incredible miracles, was frozen within.
The gap was clear!
After all, the Loathso General was not so Legendary Life, he did not even have an Epic Three-Star Position.
But!
"Crack~!"
In the eyes of the Loathso General, black mist burned like flas.
"Crack~!"
On the body of the Loathso General, black mist furiously stread out between the gaps in his flesh.
"Crack~!"
All over the body of the Loathso General, refined black flas blazed fiercely, and the aura of death pierced the skies.
The conceptually solid ice crystal claw explosively shattered.
The Ice Burial Duke's pupils constricted.
"Boom—!"
A hook spanned hundreds of thousands of ters, tearing through the Ice Burial Duke's scale armor, piercing into his body emanating endless chill.
And within the suddenly constricted pupils of the duke, the Loathso General, wrapped in black flas, was already upon him.
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