In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Soon, a palpable pressure rolled in from afar, like an invisible cloud of death, enveloping the entire battlefield ruins.

The air became thick and cold, filled with the scent of decaying corpses and absolute power.

The broken bones on the ground began to tremble slightly, emitting a rustling sound, as if welcoming the arrival of their sovereign.

The necromancer Karen gripped his staff tightly with his finger bones, his gray robes fluttering without wind, and the spirits beneath them trembled.

The ghostly flames in his eye sockets flickered violently, and his voice was filled with undisguised fear: "Master... this pressure... is the Bone Lord himself!"

He...he actually came in person! We..."

Su Han took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the chaotic energy churning within his body, which was nearly depleted.

An extreme sense of weakness washed over his will like a tidal wave, but his spine remained straight, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the direction from which the oppressive aura emanated.

On that pale, paper-white face, there was no sign of retreat, only an almost frantic calmness.

"Why panic!"

Su Han's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a strange calmness. "So what if he's here? It's just another battle!"

Despite saying this, Su Han felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

In his attempt to instantly kill the Bone-Eating Knight and the Bone Dragon Ink Scale, he had almost exhausted the Chaos Core power he had initially mastered. That seemingly overwhelming attack was actually a gamble with all his might.

At this moment, his meridians were like a dried-up riverbed, throbbing with pain, and his chaotic force field flickered erratically, making it difficult to even maintain the most basic defense.

Facing the Bone Lord at his peak, who once dominated the Netherworld, his chances of victory are now slim.

But to retreat is to die!
Only by fighting to the death might there be a glimmer of hope!
"Karen!"

Su Han shouted, "Don't just stand there! Recover as much strength as possible and cast all the defensive spells you can! Even if it only buys you a moment!"

"Yes! Master!"

Infected by Su Han's composure, the necromancer forcibly suppressed his fear, brandished his staff, and chanted obscure incantations. The scattered bones around him seemed to be summoned, rising up and forming a simple bone wall around him and Su Han.

Dark, necromantic energy covered it like a thin veil, forming a fragile layer of protection.

However, both Su Han and Karen knew that this level of defense was probably as flimsy as paper in front of the Bone Lord.

"Woo-buzz-"

A deep, mournful horn sounded from afar, not from any physical object, but from the powerful, resonant will of the dead vibrating the air.

Immediately afterwards, an even denser and deeper darkness spread across the horizon.

The first thing that catches the eye is a massive army.

The sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps shook the earth; it was a square formation composed entirely of elite skeletal warriors.

Their bodies were much larger than the previous undead knights, their bones had a dark golden metallic sheen, they wielded rusty giant axes and halberds that exuded a strong death aura, their eye sockets burned with cold blue soul fire, they moved forward in silence, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

On both sides of the formation were thousands of ghostly units, drifting like pale clouds, emitting disturbing howls, and in their wake, even light seemed to be swallowed up.

At the very center of the legion, a throne made of countless enormous skeletons, resembling a mobile fortress, was being slowly pulled by dozens of massive skeletal beasts.

A figure sat regally on the throne.

It was no ordinary skull; its bones were a dark, glassy color that seemed to have endured countless ages, covered with naturally formed, complex, and eerie dark gold patterns, like some kind of ancient contract runes.

It wore a tattered yet still recognizable black royal robe, and a crown carved from the skull of an unknown behemoth.

In its hand, it held a scepter.

At the top of the scepter is not a jewel, but a dark heart that is still throbbing slightly, radiating endless pain and resentment!
Each pulsation caused the surrounding space's necromantic energy to rise and fall like tides.

It is none other than the Bone Lord – Maleg Dark Skeleton! (End of Chapter)