Overlord Afra obviously didn’t co alone. The only ones who could handle Overlords were other Overlords. This was the main reason the centaurs were never a match for the dwarves. However, this also made the solution easy. Simply send more Overlords!
Five more appeared by Afra’s side, causing the three Overlords of the dwarves to grow serious. It was obviously not a problem to deal with or even kill Afra along. But this… This was troubleso.
Overlord of the sixth ranked Pixies. Overlord of the fifth ranked fauns. Overlord of the fourth ranked Crown Serpents. Overlord of the second ranked Black Devils. And the last…
It was a winged man. Upon first glance, he looked no different from an angel. But it was obvious to Dyon that his bloodline was nowhere near as powerful as that of an angel. However, he did have a very strong pure aura that radiated with holy will. His eyes were golden, his hair was golden… even his skin was golden as well.
They called themselves the Deity Race and were ranked first below the 12 Overlord Clans. They looked more like chatronic bots than a living breathing race. Completely without emotion or expression.
“Since you have chosen to reject my kindness, I will slaughter each and every last dwarf. I’ll strip them of their skin and have them decorate the tombs of my fallen kin. I’ll make certain that you regret your actions even in your after life!”
Overlord Afra’s shrill voice shook the battlefield. The strength of a Qi Path Overlord was nothing to look down upon. An expert of this caliber could rule the mortal plane with their lone fist.
“[Devour].”
Dyon’s voice was soft. Compared to the high-pitched shrieking of Overlord Afra, it was subdued beyond reason. Yet, the mont he spoke, the battlefield seed to collapse.
A surge of soul qi the likes of which these Overlords had never felt before swept through the battlefield. Agonizing screams overwheld the echoes of Overlord Afra’s rage, swallowing them whole as though they ant nothing from the very beginning.
One after another, warriors began to collapse. First it was just a handful, then it quickly beca dozens, then hundreds, then thousands!
The devoured qi rushed out. It beca so dense that the usually invisible qi began to flow with a fierce golden hue, swirling into the skies as a sphere above Dyon’s head.
“Chenglei.” Dyon said emotionlessly.
A roar shook the skies. Ancient trees that had stood for millions of years collapsed one after another under his might.
“RISE. ETERNAL HELL.”
The surging qi in the skies began to darken, converting into such a dense qi that clouds beco lost their reddish tint and beca overwheld by a black majesty.
“[Corpse Devour].”
The dead bodies trembled fiercely. Having already fallen to the ground, they stiffly stood. However, the shock of countless acres of corpses rising again was a minor problem…
The mont the words [Corpse Devour] left Dyon’s lips, their bodies began to sink inward.
Their blood, their inner organs, their ridians, their skin… Each converged into themselves, collapsing inward as though being eaten by their bones. And this ti, appearances were exactly accurate.
The aura of the corpse puppets surged.
A dead serpent with a body length of three hundred ters expanded to five hundred ters. Its cultivation which had once been at the middle dao realm suddenly surged to the higher dao realm.
Similar occurrences occurred all throughout the battlefield. Not only had they not lost any battle prowess in their deaths, they grew exponentially more powerful!
To make matters worse, the very sa qi that was stolen from them to cause their death in the first place was what was used to create them. Dyon and Chenglei’s tandem hadn’t lost any stamina or strength, yet in an instant, they created an army of millions.
Black skeletons emitting dense black qi all simultaneously maneuvered an about-face. The clicking and crackling of bone sounded as the corpse puppets roared animalistically into the skies.
This turn of events was simply too devastating, and it only beca worse as the corpses began to reap one life after another, growing the number of their army.
Refining corpses was supposed to take ti. If they were used directly after their death, they’d be much weaker than they had been back when they were alive. However, Dyon had already reached the One with Self Realm of [Devour]… The technique beca no different from clay in his hand.
Using the bones of the skeleton as the origin point for the technique… making use of the strong bodies of the Ancient Battlefield population to make their corpse puppets stronger… These things were too easy.
In the next mont, hundreds of corpses appeared by Chenglei and Dyon. However, this ti, they weren’t from the coming army, but were rather the very centaurs they just slaughtered.
Four Supre corpses stood at their helm, following closely by dozens of Lords and hundreds of Higher Existences.
Overlord Afra’s expression flickered from pale to red to green, her heart trembled so fiercely that blood leaked from her lips.
“Stand back.” Dyon’s cold voice was very clearly directed toward the three dwarven Overlords. “Today, I really want to kill.”
Space shook and shattered as four more beasts appeared by his side.
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