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Beyond the heavens.
In the midst of the Bone Mountains.
Dead Bone stood on a peak, clad in dense white bones, silently observing.
He had no intention of intervening, at least not yet.
Whether it was nurturing his Undead Tide or refining the Four Heavenly Kings, war was necessary.
It was a ritual.
A battlefield that constantly birthed death, turning like a at grinder, was the perfect ceremony for leaders to enhance themselves or even ascend.
He followed his own path as well.
Dead Bone cast his gaze further into the distance.
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Death Punch!
Death Hook!
Death Burst!
Black chains heavily sealed heaven and earth.
Rich Death Concept Power, even a slight touch would result in widespread death on contact.
Even though he ca from the 'Tianqi Eternal Life' faction and theoretically could rebuild his body entirely from flesh, constantly regenerating, he still had to shed and rot billions of tons of flesh to remove even a trace of the Death Power.
The power of death was truly terrifying!
The Ice Burial Duke glanced into the distance.
Seeing Fire Wing and several others stalemated against the Undead Expert, he felt reassured yet increasingly uneasy. The battle had progressed to a point where the Undead Abomination before him was getting stronger, to an extent that even he felt fearful.
If this continued, he was afraid sothing might go wrong.
"I can't go on like this, I must rely on my own strength."
The Ice Burial Duke took a deep breath.
After his resurrection, he had lost the body of the Supre Frost Dragon Overlord that once housed him, and his overall combat power had slightly declined.
But to seek vengeance and hunt more powerful beings on the Grand Hunt Day, he had infused superlative power into this body.
"Boom boom~!"
Inside what seed to be the undead body of the Ice Burial Duke, a huge, fiery, scorching heart began to throb vigorously.
The heart's beats grew more violent.
The booming sounds of the heartbeats resonated through heaven and earth, as if a giant hamr was continually striking the land.
Flesh sprouted.
Flesh, like a shroud, quickly laced over the Ice Burial Duke's body, completely enveloping it.
The mountain-like colossal body of the Ice Burial Duke shrank layer by layer, yet the aura emanating from him, the conceptual threads swirling around him, grew tenfold, a hundredfold.
More flesh sprouts spread from the Ice Burial Duke.
Fleshy seeds hit the ground, instantly growing into vast, eerie flesh-trees.
The flesh-trees spread, clawing aggressively.
Whether undead or monster, all were swiftly entangled by the flesh-trees, transford into their nourishnt, and this energy was rapidly transmitted back into the Ice Burial Duke's body.
A scarlet pillar of light soared into the sky, resonating faintly with the red giant moon suspended in the heavens.
"Shush——"
Red Shadow roared, breaking through the mystic black fog.
The Loathso General's mountainous body was repeatedly blown away, crashing into the ground, creating scars a thousand ters long.
Yet, he was still alive.
Perhaps he had just died, but now he was alive again, standing here perfectly intact.
"Death is the ultimate destiny."
"In the face of death, all power is aningless."
The Loathso General's mouth split open, extending to his ears.
He stared into the distance, at the powerful, unparalleled Ice Burial Duke.
He had to admit, there was a vast gap between himself and the High Hunting Duke.
Even wielding the power of death, fearless of death, he could only endure being beaten.
Ultimately, it was the realm of principle.
But still...
The saying went, death is supre.
Sowhere along the way, the deathly black miasma filling this world had beco dozens of tis more concentrated than before.
So of the miasma was permanent, lingering amidst the Undead Tide as long as it wasn't consud; so was temporary, gradually dissipating under natural laws, returning to the cycle of heaven and earth.
But for the current Loathso General, whether the black miasma was permanent or temporary, it was all an aid.
"Step!"
He climbed out of the deep pit, stepping forward.
A surge of black fog rushed forth, forming a huge vortex of fog, with him at its center.
"Step!"
The Loathso General stepped into the void, taking a second step.
His spirit, body, will, and the Death Power resonated with the boundless Undead Tide of this world.
A solid, saturated with dense intent of death, Army Spirit, resonated and manifested.
"Step!"
The Loathso General took his third step.
He bathed in the glory of death, with dense black fog forming an enormous, terrifying shadow over his body.
Holding a grappling hook, spreading the shadow of death.
The concept of death was like a splendid path, spreading from beneath the shadow all the way to its end – onto the body of the Ice Burial Duke.
This was destiny.
Death was inevitable.
The giant dragon, whose body was enveloped in flesh, saw its crimson pupils contract, and in the next mont, the flesh on its body moved even more violently, swelling in an unimaginable way!
Tenfold!
A hundredfold!
A thousandfold!
The heart of the flesh-core pounded to its extre, as the Ice Burial Duke blinked and transford into a larger life form than his original self.
Flesh interwoven with frost.
Decline coexisting with life.
But death would end everything.
Dead Bone cast his gaze.
The already vast fog of death once again boiled over, seemingly bearing the Great Force of death's authority on this land.
"Boom—!"
The towering shadow holding the hook, more enormous than the Disaster Beast, collided with the flesh titan with a thunderous crash.
Flesh splattered, decayed by death.
The shadow buzzed, exploding with rings of black radiance.
The Loathso General's entire strength ignited, and his God Soul burned rapidly like a candle, shortening inch by inch, yet bursting forth with billions of radiant glows in the form of burning.
Ultimate darkness, ultimate dazzling radiance!
"Dieeee—!!"
The hook tore through the flesh creature, and the giant wound turned gray as pieces of flesh fell like withering leaves.
Yet countless new flesh sprouts spread, aiming to envelop and consu the giant Black Crow.
At this point, no one dared to retreat, no one could.
Various conceptual powers washed over this heaven and earth, distorting space, unbalancing elents, with the ground sotis covered in a carpet of flesh, other tis bony and skeletal.
Ti and space seed twisted within.
"Bang—!"
At so unknown ti, much of the black fog had already dissipated, the giant shadow no longer possessing its initial might.
But the enormous fleshly life form had been torn open, the continuously growing sprouts losing their color, and the large opened cavity resembled a blooming gray flower.
Wrapped in surging black flas, the Loathso General plunged inside.
The cold of death hit them face on.
The Ice Burial Duke glanced at his decaying body and quickly folded his wings, fleeing into the distance.
As he just took flight,
The hook ca flying through the air.
The now smaller Ice Burial Duke fell hard in a backward flight.
"Die die die die die die die—!!"
The Loathso General's eyes blazing, punch after hook fell, and the massive maw on his abdon gnawed onto the body of the Ice Burial Duke.
Tearing out flesh!
Shattering bones!
Giant wings broke, blood rained down, and the dragon wailed in agony.
It was unknown how much ti had passed.
The Loathso General finally stopped his frenzy.
And before him, only a fragnted gray corpse remained.
The world around fell silent.
The black fog no longer boiled.
Wisps and clusters of dense black fog erged from the corpse of the now deceased duke.
One into the heaven and earth;
Two into the Emperor;
Three into the grand tide;
Four into the loathsos.
It was as if the ritual was complete, as if he had accumulated enough on his own, naturally reaching completion, the Loathso General suddenly roared to the sky.
The God Soul that had burnt inch by inch, declined earlier, now burst again into Divine Light, having recovered to perfection, resonating with heaven and earth.
The mysterious and profound Principal Patterns of Heaven and Earth faintly appeared within his vision.
A door opened.
The aura of the Loathso General surged once more, this ti not rely in volu but also in subli quality.
Bathed in the glory of death, roaring, slaughtering, the Loathso General stepped into the Principle Realm.
And this was also part of the Necrotic Plague Breath's Great Force...
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