Over a month ago, Dead Bone had led numerous Lords of Deathremains, with thebined might of the territories of the dead, to smash open the gates of Fang of the Jackal Wolf, revealing the Secret Realm.
But now, Dead Bone was without any Lords of Deathremains by his side; he merely summoned the projection of the Land of the Dead and easily flung open the gates of the Orochi n.
Space continually fractured, spreading out directly for tens of kilometers to both sides.
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In the adjacent areas,rge chunks ofnd crumbled, and structures rooted upon them, such as Python statues and Serpentine Fang Arrow Towers, also crashed down, shattering.
Further away, a segment of the Serpent River, teeming with countless pythons, copsed. Numerous snakes were dumped into the gaping fissures of space.
Soon, the cracked space began healing rapidly under the influence of the Heaven and Earth Rules, leaving only the greatly widened, utterly shattered gates of the Orochi behind.
Beyond the gatesy devastation and ruin, thend missing a vast swath as if it were gouged out.
Countless Undead Beings surged like two ck rivers from beside Dead Bone, crashing into the Overlord''s Main Base wrapped in a faint Red Mist.
The Orochi responded incredibly quickly.
They had seen numerous legends fall in the previous wars, but their losses were ultimately not as colossal as those of Fang of the Jackal Wolf.
Within their main base, ten individuals of Legendary Realm remained seated.
Even more legends close to the main base rushed back swiftly.
During this time of war, the pre-heated Serpentine War Machinery also activated quickly.
"Boom—"
The ground suddenly swelled upward, a colossal serpent head burrowed out from the earth like a fish leaping from water, soaring high into the air. Upon reaching a height of over a hundred meters, it plummeted towards the just-entered Undead Tide,nding heavily upon them.
"Boom—"
Many of the Undead were sent flying by the hundred-meter-long war Serpent, some scattering parts in mid-air and others crushed under the colossal Serpent''s body.
The edge of war machinery disyed its full power in the great battle.
In the distance, some serpentine statues'' eyes glowed, shooting out light petrifying everything.
Shrill hisses grew from distant to near. Elite monsters congregated behind legendary creatures flying in from afar.
Beneath the Red Mist, the monsters roared, their crimson eyes filled with fury.
They rolled forward like a maroon tide, tearing apart anything that dared challenge them.
However, even the monster power, which reigned supreme in numbers, seemed not to match the scale of the ck tide.
Two massive waves shed fiercely, and at the very front, countless Undead and monsters were torn apart, their remains flung high into the air.
The bloodthirsty monsters were indifferent, their crimson eyes unceasingly shing with the weapons in their hands.
The Undead Beings cared even less; even with missing limbs and cleaved by eighteen des, as long as the Soul me in their heads could still emit a hint of light, they would fight to thest moment.
Most of these Undead were mid to low-tier, transformed in one great battle after another.
But even if they were just mid to low-tier Undead...
When a Skeleton Soldier, left with only one trembling arm, hoisted a rusty battle axe and struck it upon the white scales of the hundred-meter-long Serpent machinery...
The battle axe cleaved through the scales, leaving a distinctly mottled trace.
Within, threads of Quiet Annihtion seeped in.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om
A wisp of annihtion might be negligible, but hundreds, thousands of wisps umted quickly led to the Serpent machinery being covered in scars, uttering two cries before losing its lifeforce.
"How... how did the machinery be lifeless?"
"These Undead don''t have many strong ones among them; how could they quiet-annihte our highest-level war machinery?"
The floating Orochi legend couldn''t make sense of it.
Under normal circumstances, with just Skeleton Soldiers, Skeleton Warriors, and Ghouls no matter how tenfold or hundredfold in number, they couldn''t affect this level of war machinery unless these Undead possessed a joint killing move.
Obviously, these Undead had none, simply charging and shing in the most straightforward manner.
Perhaps after hacking hundreds or thousands of times, one after another, the vast war machines were consecutively quiet-annihted.
Does that make sense?
The Orochi legend had no time to ponder before seeing a colossal Frost Giant Dragon flying towards him, its mouth brewing a glimmering blue Dragon Breath.
His face turned grim, "High-ranking Undead!"
His Domain surged forward, and the vast Power of Heaven and Earth gathered around him, forming into two hundred-meter-long brown Pythons, coiling and dancing around his body.
Pythons, Dragon Breath, frost shed mid-air, scattering ripples that easily swept away or froze many of the Undead and monsters.
Suddenly, a sensation of death surged along his spine to the crown of his head. The Orochi legend jerked reflexively,manding the two giant Pythons to retreat for defense.
But he was still toote.
A ghastly light tore through his Domain, striking him like a de cleaving through waves, ripping his armor and sending darkness straight into his soul. The Orochi legend''s consciousness blurred, and the two giant Pythons could no longer hold together, crumbling from mid-air.
The shadow behind him closed in, its ws tearing the void, sting him onto the ground.
The shadow took the form of a dragon, outlining ws, wings, and the head with horns, yet its specific appearance was unclear.
This was a Shadow Dragon.
Another high-ranking Undead!
Within the pit, the Orochi legend gazed at the Azure Sky.
Unbeknownst to him, he was thest surviving Orochi legend in the vicinity.
A figure walked up to him, a ck cape fluttering.
The consciousness of the Orochi legend lingered on this scene before extinguishing entirely.
...
The battlefield was in chaos.