"Krak Krak Krak—"
The Loathso General flung out his hook-chain, then, using the force of the hook-chain, he pulled himself forward, flying toward the mountainous Ice Burial Duke.
The entire process sounds complicated, but in reality, it happened in an instant.
No matter the speed of the hook-chain flying out, or the speed of the Loathso General flying toward his target, both exceeded common logic.
The resistance of the air and the energy tides seed non-existent, as if the lengthy space had folded and shortened.
By the ti the Loathso General flew near the massive head of the Ice Burial Duke, behind him, the shattering ice crystal claws, chunks of irregular ice crystals began to fly outward.
The Loathso General extended his remaining arm.
Dark fog entangled.
Like black bandages, it wound around his huge fist, extending over his wrist.
"Death... Punch!"
Boom—!!!
The power of the Death Concept spread, fanning out in all directions.
Around him, powerful creatures of the Legendary Realm, as if a giant black "death" character had been engraved on their foreheads, lost the light in their pupils at the next mont, their souls extinguished. One after another, these Legendary Monsters that soared through the skies with the Power of Heaven and Earth plumted like dumplings.
This was rely the aftermath of the Death Punch.
The Ice Burial Duke, directly facing the punch, felt a strong premonition of death at this mont.
He was going to die.
Truly going to die!
Unable to dodge the punch, no matter what life-saving asures he had were aningless; he was about to fall.
"Boom—!"
The massive body of the Ice Burial Duke shattered.
Like an iceberg breaking apart.
No, not like, but indeed an iceberg was being crushed, and the Ice Burial Duke reappeared a hundred miles away.
Fear still lingered in his pupils.
"I, the Grand Duke, almost got careless!"
"But this Death Concept..."
"This is not the original power of this loathso creature."
"Who is it? That mysterious Undead?"
He felt it wasn't.
He had sparred with that mysterious Law Realm Undead hundreds of tis. He admitted the Undead wasn't weak, but its Death Concept Power didn't compare to what he faced now, let alone being transferred to another.
But this Death Concept did feel familiar.
"I, the Grand Duke, understand now."
"That mysterious Undead and this loathso one must originate from the sa force, underlings of so unparalleled expert."
"The Country of Corpse... so hidden power within the Undead Clan?"
The Ice Burial Duke looked at the Loathso General again, his expression extrely serious.
He would treat this loathso one as an opponent of the sa caliber.
Divine Speed!
Decline!
Freeze!
Many majestic Conceptual Powers were applied to technique after technique, continuously invoked by the Ice Burial Duke.
The Loathso General wielded a hook-chain in one hand, while from his own gaping belly he drew a blood-dripping cleaver. Bathed in the glory of death, he kept slashing.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
From the beginning to the end, the Loathso General only wielded the Death Concept; his techniques were not sophisticated but brutal and direct.
His Death Concept was unable to smash the Ice Burial Duke's Concepts.
Various strange and mysterious attacks fell.
Sotis the Loathso General's legs were frozen, then shattered the next mont;
at tis, his flesh inexplicably rotted and sagged away;
or occasionally, he was sliced by a piercingly sharp blade of frost, with his insides tumbling out.
But no matter how disheveled, at the next mont, when the black fog of death descended, the Loathso General was restored anew.
What more if he could resurrect on the spot from annihilation, let alone re injury?
Even if ten, a hundred Loathso Generals of such strength were to fall, Dead Bone would still be able to revive them all swiftly with Undead Resurrection and Death Aura.
This is the most fearso aspect of the great tide of death.
Never dying!
Moreover...
The Ice Burial Duke's heart grew increasingly fearful.
This loathso Undead was improving!
His skills were improving, his strength was improving, even his realm was advancing!
He couldn't let this continue!
"I, the Grand Duke, am not afraid; I'm just worried there might be other Undead Experts among the Undead Tide. This Country of Corpse is clearly no minor force."
He imdiately sent out a signal.
Several other monster tides were attacking other Undead forces, so were just staying not far away.
Law Realm Dukes who dominated these tides looked on with a mixture of smirks and smiles as if watching a play.
However,
now that Old Ice Burial had requested aid, and they still had important matters to attend to, they truly couldn't afford to waste ti here. Otherwise, if the Disaster Fear Dominator were to bla them, none of them would fare well.
Beings of the Law Realm began to emanate vast, surging, and sky-blocking might of Law.
Red flas filled the skies!
Purple lightning illuminated the heavens!
A Blood Sea surged!
The might of the Law Realm was fully unleashed, reaching hundreds, thousands of miles away, with those hundreds of thousands of miles away being able to sense those imnse terrors.
Beings like the Fire Wing Duke walked on air, advancing to surround the area.
But in the next mont,
"Bang—!"
"Whoosh—!"
"Howl—!"
Another group of Undead Experts appeared.
The Shadow Dragon General erged from the shadows;
the Corpse Witch General stood upon a dark green cloud;
the Headless Knight General rode his netherworld steed, pointing his long halberd forward;
at the sa ti, a mighty Undead Tide was approaching from afar.
The bad news, this Country of Corpse indeed had not just one top-tier expert;
the good news, he, the Ice Burial Duke, wouldn't be ridiculed as much now, for the other Dukes, like him, were tightly bound by these seemingly inconspicuous Undead, "of lower realms."
Everyone was embarrassing themselves together!
It wasn't his fault!
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