Summon—the Necromancer!
tread.
A foot made of white bones stepped out from the gates of hell.
The soles of the feet landed in mid-air, yet made a sound as if they were landing on flat ground.
Jiang Wuyuan's heart stirred, and he looked up.
The skeleton, clad in a robe, stood gracefully in mid-air. The black robe fluttered without wind, and its deep-set eyes gazed intently in the direction of Jiang Wuyuan, filled with deathly silence and lamentation.
This undead is very strong.
Jiang Wuyuan reached a conclusion almost instantly.
Without hesitation, the Undead Envoy launched an attack.
The power of death wove a vast net, crashing down upon Jiang Wuyuan.
gap!
A massive spatial rift was torn open, directly swallowing the net in front of Jiang Wuyuan.
Jiang Wuyuan's brain was working at lightning speed.
With the damage sharing skill, Huai Yao seems to be invincible, because her undead are a group of undead creatures.
Actually, that's not the case.
Because he only needs to seize one opportunity.
An opportunity where none of the undead present can share the damage.
In an instant, a massive wave surged before Jiang Wuyuan.
Slash through the towering waves of the ocean!
The sword energy was like a tsunami, with waves tens of feet high sweeping across the sky, and sharp sword intent mixed in, creating splashes of water.
This sword technique has six levels, with the damage increasing with each level.
The first layer of sword energy swept past, and instantly a third of the undead on the field were gone.
Huai Yao saw through Jiang Wuyuan's thoughts. She gritted her teeth, but had no choice but to take to the sky first to avoid this wave of attacks.
"Irrigation with Qi!"
Buzz—
The gates of hell roared, and bursts of gray mist billowed out, pouring down on the undead knights and undead envoys like a sudden drenchment.
Their aura rose steadily, barely managing to withstand the first few layers of sword energy.
Until the very end, to Huai Yao's astonishment.
The azure sword light surged like a tidal wave, engulfing all the undead knights.
Jiang Wuyuan did not pause.
Sky-shattering!
The next second, behind Huai Yao, the boy's figure emerged from the spatial rift.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with golden light.
The phantom of a deity appeared, its eyes, devoid of emotion yet filled with compassion for all living beings, reflecting the figure of Huai Yao desperately retreating.
Wind, Splendor!
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