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Chapter 1259: Chapter 645: Peak Dead Bone! (4K)_2

It is a technique Law Realm cannot match!

“Whirl~!”

Golden Burning Sky Flames crossed the space in the blink of an eye, descending towards Dead Bone.

In that instant,

the surrounding space distorted, solidifying under the heat of the Burning Sky Flames like solidified candle wax, making the entire space extremely robust and confining everything within it.

That naturally included Dead Bone.

Even before the golden flames fell, the solidified space alone sufficed to trap many Law Realm beings, who might lose their lives right away in the twisted and hardened space.

This is the terror of a real Saint Realm being!

The Saint Realm technique unleashed by the Disaster Fear Dominator was mostly directly endured by Sword Lord Liushi at the time, making this fearful Saint Realm existence seem less formidable.

However, now facing it directly, Dead Bone truly understood what Saint Realm was.

The flesh giant Duo Lai was battling also possessed Saint Realm combat power, but the malformed flesh creature only had a degraded conceptual strength of almost reaching the Third Realm, a lesser Conceptual Saint Body, and did not master the true Legendary Power.

Compared with a true Saint Realm existence, the difference was more than slight.

At that moment,

Dead Bone did not struggle. Around him, the projection of Wraith Sacred Mountain… no, the Earthly Netherworld, instantly appeared.

Standing within the three-dimensional space opened by the projection, he raised his arm high.

The next moment, inside the illusion-like Earthly Netherworld, towering Bone Towers shot out thousands, tens of thousands of bone arrows rapidly.

These bone arrows, white as jade all over, would cause a soul-deep tremor to anyone who faced or stared at them directly, even causing them to fall into desolation after a mere glance or two.

Arrows of the Wither King Bone!

Unbreakable, and deadly upon touch.

Yet these formidable King’s Bone arrows could only leave a tiny, insignificant black spot on the descending golden flames, quickly extinguished without leaving any residue of conceptual power.

When thousands, tens of thousands of King’s Bone arrows were expended, half of the golden flames still remained, falling one by one.

At that moment,

“Slash—!”

Dead Bone unexpectedly drew his sword.

His old friend, the Sword of Death Lament, which had accompanied him for countless years.

On the pitch-black great sword, a brilliant golden light circulated, displaying the King’s Might.

Epic Skill: King’s Might – Manifestation – Entangle!

At the same time,

On Dead Bone’s forehead, a mysterious, extraordinary mark, legitimizing the highest truth of heaven and earth, the Root Imprint of Death, also appeared.

“Slash—!”

Countless sword lights intertwined.

Gold and black lights, two types of Legendary Power collided.

The golden flames, which could burn the world, seemed like they were blown through by a hurricane, rapidly weakening and ultimately extinguished completely.

Death Lament – Absolute Decline Power!

This Absolute Decline was originally only effective against directly hit enemies, causing their basic three-dimensional attributes to decline at an absolute rate, and such decline could accumulate continuously.

However, Dead Bone’s understanding of death concepts had long since entered the Third Realm.

In this realm, concepts can interfere with concepts, including tangible things such as flames!

But the essence is still…

The strength of concepts!

If in the First and Second Realm, collisions of conceptual power might face situations like type suppression and method suppression, the collision in the Third Realm is essentially big fish eating small fish.

Strong is strong, weak is weak!

And the Decline slashed by Dead Bone, the Sword of Death, was stronger than the Burning Sky golden flames!

“Is this truly Law Realm?!!”

Burning Sky flames were the only Legendary Power wielded by Burning Sky Monarch.

Naturally, this concept was also his primary and strongest pursuit.

When he ascended to the Saint Realm, this concept naturally elevated to the Third Realm according to the Heaven and Earth Rules.

Yet, even so, did the golden flames lose in a direct clash?

“This Black Armor Law Realm being is indeed the rightful heir of the old Undead Empire, his being a Legendary Life is not surprising.”

“Legendary Life wields Legendary Power enough to match ours, a Saint Realm concept power refined, deduced, and ascended from ours.”

“But, what about conceptual realm?”

“A Law Realm Undead not only reaches the Third Realm in conceptual attainment but is also slightly stronger than me?”

Is this reasonable?

Is this cheating?

“This Undead must not be spared!”

The Burning Sky Monarch was still confident.

With a mere thought, strands of Burning Sky golden flames were once again sculpted into existence, and this time, the Monarch utilized even more power from his Concept Saint Body.

An entire boundless sea of flames blazed furiously.

This was his confidence!

He possessed a Concept Saint Body, capable of continuously unleashing Saint Realm Great Force. In contrast, how many times could this young king exert his Legendary Power?

Moreover, if his golden flames hit even once, the incendiary force contained within was enough to reduce this Undead to ashes in an instant – from body, to God Soul, to consciousness, all incinerated utterly.

Combined with the Grand Blocking of the Abyss, he was even confident that he could erase this young king completely at a conceptual level, cutting off any possibility of resurrection.

On the other hand, his margin for error was infinite.

Even if he allowed this young king to strike him without defending, how much of his Concept Saint Body could possibly be annihilated?

At this time,

the golden flames raining down on Dead Bone were still only a few dozen clusters, but more and more golden flames were forming and steaming in the distance.

Dead Bone turned the Earthly Netherworld into a boat, slashing at the flames now and then, dodging at other times.

As it dodged, more and more space around was occupied by the Burning Sky golden flames.

He was still at a disadvantage.

And,

“Swish—”

Dead Bone seized an opportunity, a deathly Sword Light thousands of meters long slashed down, leaving a black rift-like trace above the sea of flames in the Azure Sky.

The black rift was vast and narrow, yet compared to the immense sea of flames, it was just an insignificant speck.

Dead Bone’s attack ceiling might not be low, but the quantity it contained was far too meager compared to the majestic Concept Saint Body.

Perhaps,

it would need to strike thousands, tens of thousands of Sword Lights to truly damage this Saint Realm terrifying existence.

But the Burning Sky Monarch wouldn’t give him such an opportunity.

…

At this time,

the entire Undead Army was also in decline.

Sario had been killed three times by an opposing Peak Duke. He kept resurrecting with the power of the Dragon of Death, but he was in a dismal state.

The surge of the Undead was completely blocked; if not for the drifting Death Aura that kept reviving the fallen undead, this surge would have long been damaged.

But in the long run, defeat was just a matter of time.

“Boss, save me!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surge of the Undead began to buzz, as if it were resonating with a force from a very distant shore.

However, no Great Force descended.

Instead…

The fighting, charging undead all paused at once, and right afterwards, the entire surge of the Undead turned into real waters or black mist, moving at a speed that breached spaces towards that distant shore.

In an instant, it was about to disappear from view.

Sario: “???”

Sario: “Wait, I haven’t boarded yet!”

A wisp of black mist drifted down and enveloped him.

With a whoosh, Sario plunged into the sea of mist.

Before the Law Realm Dukes could react, or even if they did react but couldn’t catch up, the sea of black mist followed a certain Great Power connection and in an instant…

Returned!

Billions of undead, derived from the Wáng Líng Zāi Xī (Necrotic Plague Breath), were each an individual but also a part of the undead power.

Divisible, aggregable.

When gathered, they formed the Peak Dead Bone.

Around Dead Bone, the tide of black mist emerged from nowhere.

In a blink, it expanded to hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of miles.

Within the mist tide, billions upon billions of undead surged.

Like a tide, it washed over the clusters of golden flames previously spread across this heaven and earth.

Like a flood hitting tiny flames, with a mere hiss, the Burning Sky’s golden flames were extinguished, unable to sustain even a flicker of light.

With its momentum unabated, the black mist tide surged upward, rushing towards the sea of flames spread over the abyss, blocking the exit and the Azure Sky.

In this moment, the boundless sea of flames also dimmed.