"ROAR!"
That once bustling sect was in ruins right now, with dust flying all over the place. Countless strange figures surrounded the ruins of the sect.
"ROAR!"
A Colossal Dragon with wings that was over a thousand feet tall roared out in rage. Opening its mouth, a dragon's breath shot out. Wherever the dragon's breath passed by, everything turned into nothingness. On the back of that Colossal Dragon was a man who was wielding a long spear and wearing a luxurious set of armor. He was like the King of the Nine Heavens, looking down at everything beneath him.
On the side of that Colossal Dragon were figures wrapped in black robes who were chanting out incantations one after another. The pitch-black staff in their hands gave off a sinister aura.
The entire ground quaked out as though the Undead Spirits were wailing out.
One after another, sets of white skeletons began to awaken from the ground. Some of these white skeletons were silver in color, some were gold in color, and some were rainbow colored. While their radiance was dazzling, their auras were extremely frightening, as though they were demons from the Nine Hells of Hell.
"To think that the bodies of these Indigenous Beings would be this strong! To think that the Undead Spirits that they've turned into would be this strong!" An elderly man waved the magic staff in his hands gently. All of a sudden, those disciples of the sect who had died in the battle seemed to have been possessed by something as they stood up once more. All of these corpses were a little stiff at first, but they gradually regained their mobility. At the same time, the eyes of these disciples turned pitch black, looking extremely horrifying.
The Dragon Knight who was standing on the back of the Colossal Dragon looked at everything before him and said with a bright voice, "To think that everything would be real! After 10,000 years, they have finally arrived here and set up the Spatial Teleportation Formation. For the sake of our Master, we must spread our glory across the world and have everyone bow down to the glory of our Master."
The elderly man who could summon the Undead Spirits with a single raise of his hand glared at the Dragon Knight with a pair of lifeless eyes, "Dragon Knight Jayce, we have to wait for the arrival of the army. We must not be reckless. This time around, because of you, we've already annihilated all the Indigenous Beings here. If we were to attract the attention of the other Indigenous Beings of this land, it might affect our conquest."
"Andrew, don't you think that those Undead Spirit Indigenous Beings in your hands right now are the spoils of war?" Dragon Knight Jayce asked.
The place that they were currently in was known as the Moon Shadow Mainland. There were many different races there, and after countless years of development, it had already achieved a unified status where all the races had a unified identity.
Everyone believed in the seventy-two Master Gods, and as a Dragon Knight, he believed in the Dragon Rider Master God. He led the glory of the Dragon Rider Master God everywhere he went, letting the glory of the Dragon Rider Master God shine upon the bodies of all the natives, turning them into his slaves and dedicating their lives to the almighty Master God.
Andrew was very satisfied, "Of course, the bodies of these natives are just too strong, especially that mysterious power, it is very interesting. I want to go back and study it properly, maybe I can develop an even stronger undead spirit."
"Damn it … Damn it." At this moment, within the ruins, a young man stood up with difficulty, wielding a longsword in his hands. His entire body was stained with blood. But looking at everything around him, his heart crumbled, as though he had lost everything.
"Just who in the world are you guys? Why do you want to destroy my sect?" The young man howled out as a boundless killing intent coiled around his body.
A torrential wrath surged up from the ground and pierced through the clouds, causing the entire world to tremble.
Looking at that Indigenous Being before him who was still alive, Andrew let out a sinister smile, "To think that the strongest Indigenous Being would still be alive. No wonder he didn't turn into an undead spirit."
The Colossal Dragon that Dragon Knight Jayce was riding on sneezed out gently, as though it wanted to spit this Indigenous Being to death.
Andrew stood up and held him back, "Don't strike out. The research value of this Indigenous Being is extremely high. We must leave his corpse intact."
"Indigenous Being, submit to me, Andrew, and I can bring you to witness the glory of the God of the Undead Spirits." Andrew spoke up.
"God of the Undead Spirits?"
The young man was the Grandmaster of the Sword Qi Sect. At this moment, the longsword in his hands was trembling slightly, as though it was fearful of the unknown. But to him, it wasn't fear that was present in his heart. It was rage.
"Even if I die, I'll have you guys pay the price!" The young man howled out. The hatred in his eyes was endless, as though it could burst forth at any moment.
Andrew shook his head before raising his hand and chanting out an incantation.
Creak!
Creak!
At this moment, all of the disciples of the sect who had been turned into undead spirits by Andrew raised their swords and surrounded the young man lifelessly.
When the young man caught sight of these disciples of the sect, his heart clenched up as though it was in a lot of pain.
"Elder …!"
"Disciple …!"
"Just what in the world is wrong with you guys …?"
The young man reared his head into the skies and howled out. He could not sense any lifeforce from these disciples at all. All of those once fresh and lively lives had vanished into thin air right now.
"ARGH!"
The young man's eyes were bloodshot as he raised the longsword in his hands and slashed out at these disciples who had turned into undead spirits.
Shing!
Wherever the Sword Qi passed by, everything was sliced apart.
A single sword pierced through the chest of an Undead Spirit disciple.
"Grandmaster …!" That Undead Spirit disciple stretched out his hand and grabbed the longsword in his hands.
The young man raised his head and looked at the disciple before him with tears of blood in his eyes, "The Grandmaster is here …!"
"Why do you want to kill me …?" The Undead Spirit disciple opened his mouth and asked softly. However, when this voice entered the ears of the young man, it exploded out like thunder.
The young man lowered his head and mumbled out, "Why?" He then raised his head, "Don't worry. The Grandmaster will definitely take revenge for you guys."
BAM!
The Sword Qi streaked out and that Undead Spirit disciple was shattered into pieces instantly.
"B * stard! I'm going to kill you guys!" The young man howled out. Even though his entire body was severely injured, he was bent on taking revenge for these disciples.
Andrew's eyes shone with a look of surprise, "To think that the mental state of this Indigenous Being would be this strong! If I were to refine him into an Undead Spirit, he might turn into a unique Undead Spirit Servant!"
"Sword Slaying Mountains and Rivers!"
The young man roared out as the longsword in his hands slashed out into the void. A formidable Sword Will pierced through the void and struck out at Andrew.
When Andrew caught sight of everything before him, he let out a grin, "Oh, mighty Undead Spirit God! Please allow your mighty God Power to descend upon this place!"
"Sealing Technique!"
"Abyssal Swamp!"
"Country of the Undead Spirits!"
At this moment, a series of hexagrams floated gently in the void before Andrew. A sinister and horrifying aura of death burst forth from these hexagrams.
Gulp!
Gulp!
The sturdy ground beneath the feet of the young man suddenly turned into a swamp that was bubbling with black bubbles. In fact, there were even a series of white skeletal arms that were grabbing onto the legs of the young man and dragging him down into the endless abyss.
At the same time, the Sword Qi that was slicing through the void was grabbed by a series of black demonic hands and dragged into the Country of the Undead Spirits!
"How could this be?" When the young man caught sight of everything before him, his heart was filled with sorrow. How could the enemy be this strong, and yet he was this weak?
"Undead Spear!"
At this moment, Andrew pointed out into the void with his finger. The void trembled slightly as a penetrating aura that was filled with the power of death burst forth.
A pitch-black spear slowly pierced through the void.
"Go!"
Pshew!
The Undead Spear burst forth furiously and pierced through the chest of the young man.
Looking at the Undead Spear before him, the young man's heart was filled with grief and despair.
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PS: There's a piece of good news. This book will be coming out in an international edition within this month. Readers outside the country will be able to read it. Hehe.
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