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Chapter 341 The Cataclysm of the Undead! (Part 2)

"It seems that Sect Master Tang Xiao and you are quite confident in withstanding my move."

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

Then, without saying much, he slowly raised the Necromancer's Scythe in his hand, but the blade was not pointed at Tang Xiao and the Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect, but towards the blue sky.

Immediately, his lips moved slightly.

The spell he is about to cast is called the Undead Scourge.

It was one of the signature skills that made Master Yi famous.

The effect is that Wang Zhao, through this magic, can open the maximum number of undead gates he can open, and then frantically summon undead creatures from other dimensions—it's a type of mass summoning magic. With this, Wang Zhao can build a massive undead army, which is truly terrifying.

This kind of magic often requires the caster to invoke a mysterious space that exists somewhere unknown. In the world of Yi Lao's previous life, it was fine, but in the Douluo Continent, even if Wang Zhao could cast this kind of magic, he might not be able to directly summon the dead, let alone raise an army of the dead.

However, Wang Zhao had Yi Lao, a terrifying being who was said to be able to become the Grim Reaper at any moment, capable of opening up new dimensions on his own, and an incredibly reliable cheat code by his side.

Back when Elder Yi handed over the Necromancer's Holy Scythe Martial Soul he had crafted to Wang Zhao, he also conveniently gave him the undead demiplane that was originally intended to be passed down to Huo Yuhao in later generations.

Within that undead demiplane, there even exist terrifying undead creatures of the ninth rank, which corresponds to the level of a Title Douluo in the Douluo Continent!

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the sky darkened.

Immediately afterwards, a gray dot of light suddenly appeared in the sky. Just as Tang Xiao and the Grand Elder were looking at each other with some confusion, the gray dot of light began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, it transformed into a dark, abyss that blotted out the sky. The ancestral land of the Haotian Sect was also completely shrouded in darkness. As an extremely dense aura of death and malevolence emanated from the abyss, a gloom seemed to hang over everyone's hearts, and they felt an immense sense of oppression.

"What kind of skill is this...?"

Tang Xiao couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, his gaze constantly shifting between the Dark Abyss above and the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, a vague understanding forming in his mind.

The "one move" that His Highness the Holy Son mentioned is probably not as easy to deal with as he thinks.

Before Wang Zhao could answer, or rather, Wang Zhao had no intention of answering Tang Xiao at all, the next moment, it was as if something had fallen from that abyss that hung in the sky and blocked out the sun.

That is……

A skeleton? A skeleton?

Countless people focused their cautious gazes on the fallen object, and then couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

However, this is only the beginning.

Suddenly, the small skeleton that had fallen onto a plaza in the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect moved strangely.

The next moment, a ghostly blue flame suddenly shone from its previously empty eye sockets.

Then, bending over, he slowly stood up.

It was only then that countless members of the Haotian Sect were surprised to discover that the skeleton's arms had no palms, only sharp bone blades at the ends.

What kind of monster is this?!

The eerie feeling that hit them made several Haotian Sect disciples who were not far from the skeleton in the square take a few steps back, even though they could vaguely sense that the skeleton's aura did not seem to be that strong.

Just then, another skeleton fell from the dark abyss in the sky.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"

In an instant, the dark, gloomy sky seemed to be filled with a deathly, torrential rain.

Or perhaps, calling it "Rain of the Dead" would be more appropriate. Because, there's no rain falling at all; it's an endless army of the undead descending upon the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect!

Skeleton warriors, ghost horses, bone giants, bone dragons, ghosts, death knights...

"Ah! What kind of monsters are these?!"

"Elder! Please save us!"

"So many skeletons, they're holding knives and axes... Waaah, I'm scared."

"A dragon... a bone dragon! I've seen the Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School before. How come this bone dragon's aura seems almost as strong as the one that Bone Douluo transformed into after activating his Martial Soul True Form?!"

"What is this? My Clear Sky Hammer actually passed right through it? It has no physical form?!"

"Ah! Sect Master, please come and save us..."

"..."

Just moments ago, the Haotian Sect was bathed in sunshine and gentle breezes, but now the wailing of the dead continued unabated. The army of the undead continued to descend from the sky, while the dark abyss exuded a deathly silence, creating a stark contrast with the "lively" scene below. The rising and raging evil energy made the scene resemble the end of the world.

Not far in front of Wang Zhao, Tang Xiao had already rushed down, disregarding him, and was only thinking about rescuing his sister Tang Yuehua, and then the disciples of Haotian Sect; the Grand Elder also wanted to rush down as well, but he paused, suddenly stopped rationally, and turned his still somewhat horrified gaze toward the instigator in front of him.

"You...do you intend to destroy my Haotian Sect today?"

He met Wang Zhao's gaze, which was as deep and lifeless as an abyss, and for a moment, he couldn't ask any of the countless questions in his mind. He could only tremble as he spoke.

Wang Zhao turned around indifferently.

"I said, 'One move,' you just have to handle it. If you can't handle it, then whatever losses you incur afterward is none of my business."

"You're a Super Douluo, going down there to help might salvage the situation a bit more. Or are you planning to come with me to that tree over there for a cup of tea?"

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect opened his mouth, then gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly and finally charged towards the ancestral land.

Wang Zhao gripped the Necromancer's Scythe, and a distant sigh echoed through the void.

"The undead scourge. The undead, the scourge..."

……

The following day, a news report titled "The Calamity of the Undead" spread rapidly throughout the continent through the Free Guild Newspaper and several other newspapers established by powerful forces in imitation. This was another major earthquake in the continent's Soul Master world, following the recent emergence of the new Seven Great Sects.

"Holy crap! Have you all heard? The ancestral land where the Clear Sky Sect retreated was razed to the ground yesterday!"

"Look! The newspapers are even publishing pictures of it; I don't know where it came from..."

"What the hell? This 'ruins' is the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect?!"

"Of course, look at the words in the newspaper: the instigator is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Li Ming..."

"What on earth happened?"

"I suspect this is related to the recent incident where Tang Hao, the Daily Douluo, became a Fallen Soul Master."

"How is the Haotian Sect doing?"

"The losses were heavy and the strength was greatly damaged... but the people should not have been completely wiped out like the buildings that were trampled in the picture, otherwise the news would have been that 'the Haotian Sect was wiped out'."

"Tsk, speaking of which, I always felt something was off about His Highness's battle with the Dragon King's Palace Master. Turns out, our Holy Son isn't actually good at one-on-one combat..."

……

From then on, the Holy Son "Li Ming" became famous in one battle. Just like the words he left behind after the battle, countless people began to call him the Walking Heavenly Punishment, the Lord of the Dead, and... the Calamity of the Undead.

(End of this chapter)