Qin Ze's powerful magic attracted an even greater challenge. Bathed in the light of thunder, a horde of enormous and terrifying skeletal dragons emerged from the depths of the Undead Continent. Their bodies were massive, their skeletal heads roaring through the air with deafening howls.

Upon seeing Qin Ze, the skeletal dragons roared and charged towards him. They spewed a poisonous green aura from their mouths, an aura as corrosive as a plague, capable of corrupting everything, even mountains.

Qin Ze did not choose to confront directly, but instead quickly began to dodge. His body moved through the air like lightning, nimbly avoiding the attacks of the skeleton dragon. The green aura raged, but it could not touch his body.

Standing on that barren land, Qin Ze looked at the skeleton dragons that were no longer a threat, and felt an overwhelming weariness. These skeleton dragons, though powerful, were no longer a challenge in his eyes; they were merely playthings.

His gaze was cold and ruthless. In an instant, his power erupted, turning the skeletal dragons into dust. Before his power, they were utterly powerless, crumbling like fragile paper.

Bone fragments and dust drifted through the air before dissipating into the endless darkness. Before Qin Ze's hand had even fully descended, he had already reduced the skeletal dragons to dust.

Darkness enveloped everything on the continent of the dead, and Qin Ze strode resolutely across this desolate land. Each step was firm, each glance warily scanning the surrounding darkness. He knew this dangerous realm might bring endless threats, but he was fearless, for his mission was to protect the peace of humanity.

Suddenly, a squad of skeleton knights emerged from the darkness. Their figures were as heavy as black iron, wielding sharp bone blades, their eyes gleaming with a deathly light. Their presence seemed to be the embodiment of death itself, emitting roars that spoke of endless hatred and hostility.

These skeleton knights formed a tight formation and charged towards Qin Ze in unison, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer force. Their bone blades slashed through the air with a piercing, sharp sound, but Qin Ze moved through them like a whirlwind, nimbly dodging their attacks.

Sharp blades whizzed past him, yet failed to touch his skin. Qin Ze's gaze remained calm; he paid no heed to the attacks of these skeleton knights. In his eyes, it was merely a tedious chase, the enemies' moves simple and clumsy.