Over the Pale Land and atop the White Bone Sacred Mountain, wisps of black fog drifted.
The fog was much thinner than before, with so earthen-yellow debris sticking to it. It was this black fog that blocked the building javelins from the Goblin legend.
Even so, deep ravines had ford within the Wraith Sacred Mountain.
Such damage was the most it had ever sustained since its birth! The most!
"In my na."
Within the domain, the power of countless Undead sward over.
The Well of Death behind began to surge forth.
The Sword of Death Bone was thrust upside down into the summit of the sacred mountain. Resonating and rging together, the land of the Wraith Sacred Mountain appeared in the world, several tis larger than its normal state!
Crack—
Within the domain of the mountains, a burdened hum echoed.
The domain was not affected by any physical matter, but at that mont, the mountainous domain seed to bear the weight of a world. It could not handle the weight of the world, nor withstand the world's oppression.
It...
Crack crack crack—
The mountain ranges cracked open, the earth cracked open, the soil and rocks cracked open, and the foundations of the domain were fracturing as well.
'Only a domain can contend with a domain.'
This was common knowledge.
There were a few exceptions to this common sense.
For example, the special abilities of an Epic Life!
The Goblin Prince understood this. He was certain that the black-armored general was an Epic Life, and not a common Epic at that, but...
He glanced around.
There were fourteen figures standing beside and behind the black-armored general, each with their own domain overhead, emanating a vast and imposing aura.
All of them Epics!
Was this reasonable? But reality was in front of him, and the Goblin Prince's mind was nearly crashing, as a slight sense of retreat hesitantly sprouted within him.
It was not about being defeated, it was just too strange.
But such thoughts lasted only a mont, as if he were to tactically retreat now, in the future, he would never be able to hold his head high again in the Jackal Man legend.
…
As the mountainous domain shattered, the shackles binding the Death Bone warriors ceased to exist.
'Bone Two' felt an unexpected lightness, with seemingly endless energy.
On looking again, the Boss had vanished without a trace.
The Boss had gone into action!
At that mont, the Undead seed to be possessed by 'Bone Two's spirit, showing a Bravery like none other in this era, as it charged against the current towards the Goblin Prince.
It was very calm at that mont.
Even if the Goblin Prince's domain was neutralized, it still had no advantage.
If it was a long-range bombardnt or an energy drain, it would most likely still be defeated.
Most importantly, even if it won with such tactics, it could never capture the Goblin Prince. Wraith Sacred Mountain could not truly suppress a legend.
The opponent still held the advantage of coming and going freely.
If one wished to assassinate this legend, there was only one way...
To cast aside the flashy energy moves and the superficially stable long-range bombardnts, and engage in the most dangerous close combat.
The Undead spread its wings and soared into the sky.
The Goblin Prince opened his eyes wide, baring a smile.
"Close combat? What gave you the delusion that you could defeat a legend in hand-to-hand fighting?"
With the domain damaged, the Prince was furious. With a low roar, a brown-yellow torrent wrapped around him, and he grew taller and taller, wrapped in the earthen-yellow energy, like a mountainous giant.
In his hands, the Chain Hamr he swung expanded several tis, dozens of tis, hundreds of tis in size!
Like a golden-yellow teor!
The teor paused mid-air, as a gigantic white bone hand grasped it.
From behind the white bony palm, a giant burning with a faint cold fla, its body cast from white bone, tore through the torrent and flew out.
In front of the mountain-like Goblin Prince, it cast an even larger shadow.
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