You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

Ron took a deep breath, feeling his strength gradually returning to his limbs. Although still unstable, he was reborn compared to his previous crippled body.

In the distance, the earth shook violently.

A new army is advancing.

The main force of the Black Crow Merchant Guild arrived, hundreds of men forming a dense formation, their black chains stretching as far as the eye could see. The Crimson Claw Mercenary Group was not to be outdone, hundreds of blood-red blades swirling wildly, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. The main force of the Abyss Cult was even more terrifying; they carried an altar, its surface studded with bones, its resentment palpable.

The three major forces, the true core power, arrived belatedly.

They spotted the man who had stood up again in the center of the ruins at a glance.

Ron.

"He's still alive!"

"That's... the Bone Tower Destroyer?"

"Grab him, dead or alive!"

Shouts erupted as three forces approached simultaneously, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Ron watched them quietly, the black fire in his eyes flickering little by little.

He whispered:

"New bones... can also be killed."

boom!

With a single step, the entire ruin exploded.

The ruins trembled as the army drew near.

The members of the Black Crow Merchant Guild swung hundreds of black chains, their rings jingling, as if they wanted to imprison the entire ruins.

The Red Claw Mercenary Group was the most murderous, with hundreds of bloody blades crisscrossing into a net, staining the sky red with blood.

The Abyss Order went even further, with dozens of black-robed figures carrying an altar, chanting in unison, their resentment surging towards the sky, dragging the entire ruins as if into another hell.

The three forces attacked almost simultaneously.

Ron stood in the middle of the ruins.

The new bone's body was not yet fully stable; cracking sounds occasionally came from between the flesh and bones, as if it might split open at any moment. But the black fire surging within it welded all the cracks shut.

He raised his hand and clenched it, the black flames condensing into a blade's shadow.

"Come."

The Black Crow Merchant Guild was the first to make a move.

Hundreds of chains were swung out at once, crashing towards Ron like waves.

Ron stomped his foot and slashed horizontally with his black fire blade.

boom--

The blade flashed, dozens of chains snapped instantly, and the Black Crow Warrior at the forefront was reduced to ashes along with his armor.

The Red Claw mercenaries then brought their blood-red blades down. Hundreds of beams of blood formed a giant net, forcefully enveloping Ron.

Ron snorted coldly, gripped the knife with both hands, and black flames surged upwards.

"Break."

boom! ! !

The giant net of blood-red blades was cleaved in two with a single strike, and the recoil of blood mist instantly blasted dozens of mercenaries apart, scattering bones and chunks of flesh all over the ground.

The Abyss Order's altar was finally activated.

Countless bones on the altar split open simultaneously, black energy soared into the sky, and condensed into a huge skeletal hand, a hundred feet long, which grabbed directly at Ron.

The black flames in Ron's eyes suddenly flickered, he raised his knife, and his whole body transformed into a streak of black light as he charged towards the hand.

boom! ! ! !

The black fire and the skeletal hand collided, and the world fell silent for a moment, followed by a deafening roar like a tsunami.

The entire ruins were violently overturned, with debris flying everywhere and gray mist billowing.

Countless people were thrown into the air by the aftershocks, and screams echoed everywhere.

Ron was still standing amidst the dust and smoke.

New bone cracked open, and blood gushed out, but the black fire welded the cracks shut once again.

He looked up at the main force of the three factions.

His voice was deep, yet it felt like it was striking the hearts of everyone.

"Is that all you have?"

The expressions of the three generals changed simultaneously, and their killing intent intensified.

The main forces of the three factions pressed forward completely.

The Black Crow Merchant Guild's hundred chainsmiths attacked together, raining down black chains that completely sealed off the ruins. The barbed rings of the chains crackled and snapped as they touched flesh or bone.

The Red Claw mercenary group was divided into more than a dozen squads, their blood-red blades forming a formation, their intertwined light slicing the air into pieces. Each strike carried a corrosive aura of blood; anything that touched it would rot.

The Abyss Order was even more ruthless. The altar roared, and the black-robed man fed the altar with blood. One after another, vengeful shadows rushed out and frantically bit Ron.

Ron stood in the center of the ruins, his newly formed bones crackling. Blood oozed from every crack, but the black fire held it back. The shadow of the blade in his hand grew ever stronger, and he himself was like a ball of fire.

Chapter 184 The Unquenchable Flame

"kill."

As soon as he uttered those two words, he rushed out.

The first group to greet them were the chainsmiths from the Black Crow Merchant Guild.

Dozens of black chains came at once, and Ron raised his sword and slashed.

boom!

The black fire blade cleaved through the sky, the chains snapped into pieces on the spot, and several chain masters were split in two, their blood splattering all over the ground.

The remaining chainers retreated in fear, but before they could even catch their breath, Ron stomped down, the ground exploded, black flames shot up, and more than a dozen people were instantly burned to ashes.

The Red Claw mercenary group then arrived.

Hundreds of blood-red blades formed a net, slicing down from all directions.

Ron charged straight at the attack, his body crashing headlong into the blood blade array. The blood blades tore through his flesh, but the black flames immediately welded the wounds shut.

He wielded his swords with both hands, unleashing a furious barrage of black flames that shattered the blood-red blade array one after another. Dozens of mercenaries were blasted to pieces by the recoil of the blood energy, their screams echoing through the air.

The remaining men, their eyes bloodshot with terror, launched a frenzied attack. Ron continued on his way, the black fire extinguishing all the blood in its path.

The Abyss Order's altar finally collapsed.

Dozens of black-robed figures were bleeding profusely, and their vengeful shadows coalesced into a gigantic beast, its mouth agape, ready to devour the entire ruins.

Ron stared at it, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Destroy."

He suddenly leaped up, his entire body wreathed in black flames as he slashed straight down.

boom! ! ! !

The monstrous shadow exploded on the spot, the altar was torn apart, and dozens of black-robed figures coughed up blood and fell to the ground like scarecrows.

The entire ruins were engulfed in a deafening roar, with blood, flesh, and ashes flying everywhere.

The dust and smoke dispersed.

Ron stood in the center of the ruins, black flames dancing on his body, and cracked new bones covering his entire body, like a suit of armor that could collapse at any moment.

All around, the main forces of the Black Crow Merchant Guild and the Red Claw Mercenaries lay dead, and the Abyss Order's altar was completely destroyed. Less than 30% of those remaining were still standing, their eyes filled with terror.

Ron raised his knife and whispered:

"Come again."

The ruins were deathly silent.

The Black Crow Merchant Guild's chainsmith lay dead on the ground, his chains broken into countless pieces. The Crimson Claw Mercenaries' Blood Blade Formation was completely destroyed, and charred blood mist still lingered in the air. The Abyss Order's altar was reduced to fragments, and its vengeful spirit vanished completely.

Less than 30% of the survivors huddled on the edge of the ruins, too afraid to go in or escape.

They stared at the man in the center.

Ron.

His body was cracked open, and black flames spewed out from the cracks, like a walking suit of armor being burned. Flesh and blood were indistinguishable; there was mostly ashes and fire.

But he was still standing.

The system notification flashed through his mind:

[Warning: Insufficient stability of the new bone structure]

[Warning: Soul binding rate too high]

[Hidden state triggered: Unquenchable Bonefire]

Ron felt the fire in his chest burning brighter and brighter, each heartbeat like a drumbeat resounding through the heavens and earth.

"Boom-"

Black flames erupted, instantly creating a massive crack in the ground, knocking down all the remaining enemies.

The leader of the Black Crow Merchant Guild finally couldn't hold back any longer and tried to break through with a few trusted followers. The moment they turned around, Ron's blade flashed across their path.

boom!

The ground was split open, blood and chains shattered together, and several people were instantly cut into pieces.

The remaining Red Claw mercenaries gritted their teeth and charged forward, desperate to fight back. Ron stomped down, unleashing a wave of black fire that turned dozens of men and their weapons to ashes.

The remaining black-robed members of the Abyss Order were still roaring, "The Holy Relic! He is the Holy Relic!" They knelt on the ground, worshipping wildly. But the next moment, the firelight swept past, leaving nothing behind.

The entire ruins fell completely silent.

There are no more enemies.