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Chapter 934: Chapter 505: Struggle, Despair, Degeneration, and then Quiet Annihilation (4K)_3

There, the silver-white mountain range that had spanned the sky above without much disturbance seemed to have become more solid, more real.

And in front of him,

the Skeletal Giant, pressing down upon the Disaster Beast and pounding away, its body already tattered and torn, suddenly gave rise to countless black dots.

“Gate of the Netherworld!”

The giant’s eyes transformed into massive vortex-like gates.

A door likewise opened behind the Dead Bone.

Undead!

Coming from Wraith Sacred Mountain, the undead, amassed over half a year, a year, were surging out like a tsunami.

There were Epic Undead such as the Frost Giant Dragon, the Shadow Dragon, the Flesh Mountain Lord;

and there were Low-Rank Undead like Skeleton Soldiers, Little Skeletons, and Walking Corpses.

Even these Low-Rank Undead were now standing in the air, supported by an invisible black mist, merging into one entity within the mist, indistinguishable from one another.

The Ice Burial Duke watched these undead.

The numbers were indeed vast, and they were continuously emerging without end.

But what was the point?

Just as a wave of monsters served only as cannon fodder, ordinary legendries were utterly meaningless before beings of the Law Realm.

As powerful as a Disaster Beast was, it could merely cause some disturbances.

And among the undead tide that was spilling over the heavens and earth, there were many, many Low-Rank Undead, the fodder among fodder.

The Ice Burial Duke struck down with one claw.

“Ssssh—”

A silver, dazzling Blade Gleam tore through the Azure Sky, spreading hundreds of meters, annihilating countless undead before its energy was finally expended and it slowly dissipated.

But the Ice Burial Duke frowned slightly.

“Indeed, these undead are not all cannon fodder; they form something similar to an Army Spirit formation, and only attacks imbued with Conceptual Power can truly eradicate them.”

He continued to slash, slash, and slash again.

The silver light bloomed, bloomed, and bloomed yet again.

The surrounding undead were cleared, and he seemed to have caught a glimpse of that formidable undead being’s trace.

But as the Ice Burial Duke’s gaze swept around, the black tide had already covered the whole world.

Above and below, all was filled with dark, pitch-black figures.

They were still spreading, continuously gnawing away, engulfing and swallowing everything in their path.

Like a wave, like locusts.

The Ice Burial Duke saw legendary beings in flight overtaken by the black tide, their domains pierced through with holes in the blink of an eye; the legendary beings struggled briefly before being completely overwhelmed by the black tide, falling silent.

He began to sense that something was amiss.

The Ice Burial Duke flew outward, as the Undead Tide rushed towards him.

“Slash!”

A gash hundreds of meters long appeared, only to close again in an instant.

The Ice Burial Duke roared.

He seemed to have plunged into an immense, boundless black lake.

The part of the lake he destroyed was insignificant compared to the whole.

He changed his approach, enhancing the storm imbued with the concept of frost and concentrating its power to wipe away a vast swath of the black tide in the blink of an eye.

But beyond this now-empty space, the black tide was still endless.

They gathered!

They closed in!

They were reborn!

“Roar!”

The Ice Burial Duke roared, with the silver slashes and frost-white storms bursting forth one after another, clearing away massive swathes of undead.

“Roar!”

The Ice Burial Duke struggled, the silver gleams that lit up within the black tide were gradually losing their brilliance.

“Roar.”

The scales of the Ice Burial Duke started to dim, and a gray-black color signifying death and quiet annihilation began to creep over his body.

He bellowed, he struggled, he despaired.

His towering, mountain-like figure, as if a mere unnoticeable rock, was gradually sinking into the thick, black tide.

Until it disappeared.