My troops evolve infinitely

in spite of,

It is also related to the fact that this mysterious undead warrior did not retreat. If he transformed into a concept and traveled around the world, it would not be clear where he could escape to, but at least he could hold on for a little longer.

No matter what, the difference in status and power between the Grand Lord and the True King was vividly demonstrated at this moment.

But the death of this Undead Lord was too tragic...

"what?"

The saints suddenly discovered that although the conceptual holy body of the mysterious Undead Lord had been destroyed, the projection of the underworld covering the inside and outside of this island area and the Netherworld River flowing majestically around it still existed.

The black fog of death and the great power of death still fill this world.

The mysterious Undead Lord... has not fallen!

"really……"

The True King of Dusk has already figured out what is wrong.

Yes……

"The surrounding Styx River and the several bone fields standing inside and outside the island...are all part of his conceptual holy body!"

In other words, the conceptual holy body of this Undead Lord exists in a form similar to that of his Dusk King.

He, the King of Dusk, is based on the original concept of the holy body, and has added a huge "shell" on top of it. The shell is an even larger holy body.

The 'shell' of this Lord of the Dead is the Styx, black fog, and underworld flowing around it.

The existence of this "shell" is even more sophisticated. The King of Dusk is unable to determine for a while where the real body of the Undead Lord is hiding.

"but……"

"This king admits that you are very talented, but in the face of the absolute disparity in power, all this is meaningless."

This gap is not just the gap between a true king and a great lord.

That is, the difference in the quantity of the conceptual holy body.

After he, the True King of Dusk, refined the Dragon Sleeping Valley, the size of his holy body had reached a point that was difficult to estimate and define.

The holy body of this undead was also extremely huge, turning into rivers, fog, and the underworld, but it still could not compare to him.

"Dusk will last forever in this world."

The True King of Dusk completely exploded.

Dim beams of light burst out, blasting quickly and violently towards the surrounding black fog, the tide of undead, the Styx, and the underworld, with his body as the center.

At the same time, more and more deformed dragon claws were born and extended as the flesh and blood proliferated.

Based on the huge size of his holy body, the True King of Dusk can exert advantages dozens of times greater than those of the same level in both defense and offense.

His True King's Strike is enough to wipe out everything.

Thirty seconds...

"Boom--!!"

A large amount of black fog in the island was defeated, and only two or three tenths of the huge wave of undead remained.

Although the consumption of the Dusk True King himself was also quite huge, but...

Death is about to be completely eliminated.

Sixtieth second,

Countless black fogs and underworld rivers were defeated in the island area. The Frost Dragon Overlord who had just ascended to sainthood followed in the footsteps of the General of Hate and was killed by the True King of Dusk with dozens of bloody dragon claws.

The previously ubiquitous waves of undead and the black fog of death on the island now only have one-tenth or one-twelfth left.

Ninetieth second,

The black fog and the Styx were defeated countless times again, and only one-tenth or one-twelfth of the death fog surging in the island remained.

120 seconds,

Only one-tenth or two-tenths of the black fog of death remains on the island.

150 seconds,

One hundred and eighty seconds,

...

Two hundred and seventy seconds,

The True King of Dusk clearly remembered that he had destroyed and crushed countless tides of the undead and black fogs of death, but the fog of death floating in this world was still stubbornly holding on to only a tenth or two!

No, it's not about stubbornly surviving.

But...

"The black fog of death continues to grow."

"The amount of black fog is clearly decreasing, but the speed at which it grows and spreads is increasing!"

Three hundred seconds,

The black fog in the island has increased instead of decreased, covering two-thirds of the area.

The Dusk King felt more and more that something was wrong.

He didn't hold back.

He has already unleashed his full power.

He bombarded with full force for three hundred seconds, which was extremely rare in the holy war. Not to mention that the more he bombarded, the more black fog of death there was.

However, if he did not attack frantically, the black mist of death would rush towards him in rebellion.

"What's the principle?"

The Dusk King kept thinking.

He had never been so serious and nervous in a battle.

Because his intuition told him that if he continued like this, he might get into a bad situation.

Intuition becomes reality in the next moment!

I don't know when,

Three more giant black cocoons appeared quietly.

The two giant cocooned saintly undead spirits that had just been destroyed unexpectedly reappeared in a very strange way.

Not only that……

"Crash-"

The black fog of death, which had just occupied only two-thirds of the island, spread and surged in large quantities.

One after another, the Netherworld Gate opened in the island, and countless black fogs and undead spirits poured out.

Outside the island, there are also surging rivers of the underworld, on which one can see elite legions of the undead.

Tens of thousands!

Hundreds of millions!

Tens of trillions!

The undead are heating up, and their momentum is unstoppable.

"Is this unreasonable?"

But the King of Dusk does have an extremely huge conceptual holy body after all.

Although the surge of undead souls was fierce, compared to his holy body, they were just small streams that barely reached his ankles.

"A stream? Not necessarily."

In Tianyuan City, Lord Mu, who seemed to be slacking off, suddenly raised his hand slowly.

In the palm of his hand, only he could see wisps of the power of national destiny, which were lingering and floating.

"Lord's power, blessing!"

Lords can use their strength to temporarily enhance the strength of their own troops and heroes.

This amplification usually has a miraculous effect on ordinary legends.

However, the power of the lord wielded by Mu Yuan has undergone two transformations and can be called a great power.

He also holds the enormous power of national destiny in his hands.

The power of the lord, the power of the world, the destiny of the country...

Many great forces converge at one point.

Invisible benefits hang down on the dead bones.

All of a sudden——

The tide of death surged once again! Surged!

It has even swept towards other monster monarchs inside and outside the island.

Their allies, such as the Nirvana Divine Phoenix and the Wanchao Dragon Lord, were also afraid and retreated.

"Back off, back off!"

"It can't be done!"

Lord Xuehe was the first to evacuate the Shifang Island.

The Dark Lord and the Three-Headed Lord also retreated if they could.

Seeing this, the Dusk King had no choice but to admit that the advantage was no longer there.

"Withdraw."

He sighed.

But suddenly, a river of death, longer than the entire island, appeared between the Shifang Island and the red fog area.

This was the main trunk of the Netherworld River that he had broken through and torn apart in order to enter the Ten Directions Island.