The mysterious undead legion marched past Zhao Lun, and without a word, they simply left, leaving Zhao Lun stunned after the internal conflict he had just experienced.
"What is this? Do they think I'm not worth killing?"
Anger boiled inside him. His first reaction was one of indignation, feeling as though he had been dismissed. But this was only the knee-jerk reaction from the shock of the sudden, extreme change in situation. It didn't take long for Zhao Lun to regain his composure.
He turned around, watching as the undead legion disappeared in the blink of an eye. He muttered with resolve.
"Whatever happens, I swear, one day, I'll take these guys down. I'll beat them good! Really good!"
With those words, Zhao Lun turned and headed back to his cave without hesitation.
After all, the outside world was too dangerous. It was better to go back to his cozy home, get some rest, and sleep.
Meanwhile, the undead legion encountered something that, while not exactly troublesome, was still an obstacle.
Soon after disappearing from Zhao Lun's sight, they were greeted by a fierce windstorm—one far more terrifying than the "natural disaster" Zhao Lun had witnessed before, at least ten times worse.
The sky was filled with flying sand and dust, and countless massive boulders, each over five meters in size, were swept into the air by the wind. Invisible wind blades, mixed with the sand and stones, whizzed through the storm as if someone were manipulating the chaos. This storm was filled with a destructive force, heading straight for the mysterious undead legion.
"Stop!"
A calm voice broke through the deafening howls of the wind, and it was as if the voice had a magical ability to smooth everything out. In an instant, the wind vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only the sound of massive boulders falling like rain. Yet, despite the sudden change, the undead legion maintained its speed without slowing down at all.
However, although the storm had dissipated, the figure behind it did not give up. After the storm cleared, the sky turned an icy blue, and the temperature dropped sharply. Suddenly, large, fist-sized ice-blue raindrops began to fall.
These raindrops were nothing like the ones Zhao Lun had seen in the skeletal mage's memories. The difference in temperature was staggering. If these raindrops touched something, the chilling cold would instantly freeze and shatter boulders with a diameter of five or six meters.
"Stop!"
But even the most terrifying of phenomena was pointless if it couldn't make contact. The calm voice rang out again, and the ice-blue sky was suddenly dyed red. The ice-blue raindrops vanished before they could even reach the ground.
This confirmed that the mysterious undead legion's strength was far beyond anything Zhao Lun had encountered.
"Firestorm!"
The figure hiding in the shadows, still unconvinced, launched another attack—yet another powerful spell.
Once again, the calm voice from the undead legion neutralized the spell.
After three failed attempts, the figure in the shadows seemed to recognize the power of the undead legion, realizing that ordinary means could not harm them. Perhaps they needed to gather more strength for a more powerful strike. From that moment on, no further attacks came.
Without obstruction, the mysterious undead legion sped toward its destination. In less than ten minutes, they arrived.
The undead legion halted in mid-air above a vast skeletal city. From the sky, it was clear that the city was made entirely of bones, with the walls lined thickly with countless skeletons. Though their faces were nothing but bone, they strangely conveyed a sense of foreboding and even despair.
Had Zhao Lun been there, he would have been shocked to see that every single skeleton on the city's walls was at least level 5. A rough estimate would put their numbers at least at over 100,000. What kind of city had such power? Even more perplexing was the fact that this city, despite its massive size, seemed to treat the mere few thousand members of the mysterious undead legion as a serious threat. How terrifying was this undead legion? Zhao Lun would probably never be able to take them on.
"Punish!"
The calm voice spoke again, but this time, there was an added air of solemnity and authority.
"Swish!"
Thousands of undead soldiers simultaneously drew blood-red spears.
This action immediately rattled the skeletons below, who had been on edge. The voice that had once stopped the legion rang out once more.
"The God of Death descends!"
With the incantation of a terrifying spell, a massive gray mist enveloped the entire city. Slowly, a towering figure appeared above the city, exuding a thick aura of death.
The figure, several hundred meters tall, wore a large gray cloak and wielded a black scythe that seemed to wail with endless sorrow. This figure, unmistakably resembling the Grim Reaper, loomed over the city.
"Die!"
As soon as the Grim Reaper appeared, the voice from the undead soldiers echoed again. The scythe, now brimming with an unbearable wail, was swung down toward the mysterious undead legion without hesitation.
The enormous scythe cleaved the air with a devastating force, moving slowly but with unyielding strength. Anyone who saw the swing would know they stood no chance against it. It was a summons from the God of Death.
But to the mysterious undead legion, the Grim Reaper's call was far from insurmountable. As the scythe swung down...
Thousands of blood-red spears rained down, one row after another.
The first row shattered the Grim Reaper's scythe.
The second row shattered the Grim Reaper's body.
The remaining spears pummeled the skeletal city beneath the Grim Reaper's protection. Blood-red light filled the sky. Moments later, where the Grim Reaper and the skeletal city once stood, only a massive crater remained, along with a strange white sphere floating eerily in mid-air.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. The Grim Reaper, even without having time to scream, and the city it protected, were completely wiped out by the mysterious undead legion.
"Poof!"
At that moment, the strange white sphere exploded into hundreds of fragments, each turning into a white shooting star, vanishing without a trace.
Throughout the entire process, the mysterious undead legion merely watched. Once the last fragment disappeared, the legion moved again, leaving the ravaged area behind in a matter of seconds.
The massacre—a slaughter that claimed the lives of over a hundred thousand skeletons—lasted less than a minute from beginning to end. Such overwhelming power would likely have made Zhao Lun rethink his plans to challenge them.
However, after the white sphere's fragments dispersed, one piece seemed to fly directly toward Zhao Lun's cave...