At his command, thousands of undead rushed toward Ray, who looked not the least bit concerned.
"Weaklings, no matter how many they are, can't overwhelm me," he said confidently, before an azure shockwave burst out from him, smashing into the army of undead closing in on him, shattering their forms and blasting them away.
Immediately after, pillars of high-temperature flames erupted—dozens in number—each carrying a terrifying heat that distorted the air and warped the very space around them.
One after another, the flame pillars fell upon the undead surrounding Ray like tidal waves. They were burned so badly their skeletal forms were reduced to fine bone powder and drifting ash.
In an instant, the army of undead summoned by the Great Ones was annihilated.
"There goes your minions," Ray said to the Great Ones. "Next, it's your turn."
