Within the monster horde controlled by Hu Tao's power,
Claws that shimmered with moonlight and an ice-blue dragon spear instantly exploded!
Under the powerful attacks, tens of thousands of skeletal remains of resentment had no power to resist, turning into dust.
Furthermore, the enchantment of "Armament of Light" gave the attacks of the two a special effect against these undead creatures.
Visibly, the black mist scattered from the debris was significantly weakened.
Chen Luo was not surprised by the outburst of the few. After channeling power, as the master of myriad armies, Chen Luo was fully aware of their states.
"Hu Tao's light-elemental energy can suppress that kind of dark hateful energy to a certain extent."
As the dust settled, after a clap of hands, Su Xiao could no longer hold back and directly attacked Xiaoyue.
Looking at Xiaoyue struggling in the field, and Su Xiao with an excited expression, Chen Luo's gaze was somewhat distant:
"But... it's still not enough!"
Boom!
Behind Su Xiao and the other, the continuously weakened black aura erupted!
The black aura, which had become thin, somehow gained new strength from an unknown source.
The surging black aura unfolded like a black curtain across the field.
Just looking at this black curtain evoked an indescribable sense of oppressive hatred. xxs壹贰
The moment the black curtain appeared, Su Xiao's internal alarm bells went wild.
She quickly hugged Xiaoyue and retreated to the rear of the battlefield with a flash of movement.
The legion commanders gazed at the black curtain, feeling a terrifying threat constantly brewing.
A cold glint flashed in Su Xiao's eyes, and she gripped her dragon spear, ready to strike first before the crisis fully emerged.
However, before she could move, a sturdy hand pressed down on her shoulder:
"You all go to the Imperial Capital first. The next battle is mine."
As Chen Luo's words fell, he strode past Su Xiao and the others, walking slowly towards the black curtain.
The demonic patterns in his dragon pupils fluctuated violently; he had completely seen through the changes of the undead plague.
After hundreds of billions of undead were sacrificed, the resulting skeletal remains of resentment were not truly undead, but completely skill derivatives.
With each strike, the resentment of these billions of undead intensified.
The over ten thousand Hell-level skeletons were merely an illusion; the true enemy was an unquenchable resentment.
The more they were attacked, the more this resentment would condense and grow stronger!
"Chen Luo!"
Hu Tao instinctively stepped forward, wanting to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Chen Luo.
But Su Xiao pulled her back, shook her head, and looked solemnly at the black curtain in the distance:
"Listen to Chen Luo. If we stay here for the next battle, we'll only be a hindrance."
Hearing this, Hu Tao cast a worried glance at the receding figure, then finally turned and ran towards the Imperial Capital with Su Xiao.
The other two legion commanders said nothing more.
The four legion commanders instantly turned into streaks of light and fled towards the Imperial Capital.
Outside the Imperial Capital,
In the deep, vast, glazed-colored basin,
Chen Luo's eyes remained fixed on the dark curtain. Following his will,
A golden flame flowed out from the void, gathering in Chen Luo's hand.
Unlike the starlight of before, this flame continuously shifted its shape, as if nurturing something.
Hum!
A soft sound...
The curtain formed by the black aura slowly parted, and despite the sunlight, the area behind the curtain was an impenetrable darkness.
As the curtain opened, a low melody seemed to resonate across the field.
Chen Luo listened intently, only to discover that beneath the low melody was a cacophony of wails and curses.
The curtain before him was the tomb of the undead.
The mindless Undead King had turned billions of undead into sacrifice materials for his skills.
The deepest curses and pain from the dead formed the essence of this skill.
Crack...
Accompanied by the mournful melody, the sound of bony footsteps slowly approached from the darkness within the curtain.
Chen Luo calmly felt the increasingly soaring aura within the curtain, while the flame in his hand transformed even faster.
As the mournful melody grew louder, over a hundred terrifyingly bizarre skeletal remains of resentment emerged from the black curtain.
Each one was a high-level Hell-tier, similar to those the legion commanders had faced before!
Theodore's voice echoed again from the void:
"Why did you let your subordinates leave? Are you afraid?!"
"You've seen it, haven't you! Your end!"
"The more death there is, the stronger we become! We who have embraced death are enemies you can never defeat!"
Amidst the arrogant words, the dark skeletal remains, like black streams of light, shattered the ground and charged directly at Chen Luo.
But Chen Luo continued to walk unhurriedly, his hand holding the flame slowing down its transformation.
As if something was about to take shape!
Faster than the wind! Swifter than sound! Silently, the skeletal remains of resentment closed in!
Looking at the phantom-like monsters surrounding him, Chen Luo's lips curved into a joyous smile.
It was the joy of witnessing a birth:
"This blade! Shall sever death!"
The shifting light and shadow in his hand finally took form: it was a long saber in the style of a Tang dao, but its length was over a meter.
The blade was sharp, and the spine was adorned with fierce flame patterns.
The long blade was bright and translucent, yet it exuded an aura of extreme sharpness and sturdiness.
The solidified flame transformed into a solid hilt in Chen Luo's hand.
Chen Luo held the saber horizontally, unconcerned by the charging monsters, his gaze fixed on the newly born blade.
This blade was as beautiful as a work of art, not a tool of slaughter.
But the moment it materialized, even the mindless skeletal remains of resentment felt an instinctive threat.
Yet, Theodore's command was absolute!
After a moment of hesitation, the skeletal remains of resentment still charged, intending to tear Chen Luo to shreds.
Under this extremely rapid assault, Chen Luo gripped the saber with his right hand and prepared to slash horizontally!
Boom!
Endless golden fire, accompanying the saber's slash, transformed into a sharp blade aura that instantly swept across over a hundred high-level Hell-tiers!
On the black skeletons, golden blade marks appeared as if eternal, and that sharp blade aura directly slashed towards the unfolding black curtain!
The skeletal remains of resentment that were grazed by the blade aura froze in place, like grotesque statues.
And the golden blade marks on their bones quietly lit up with specks of fire.
"This fire! Can burn all wicked thoughts!"
Whoosh!
Surging flames erupted from the blade marks, and endless resentful black mist continuously poured out from the void, flowing into these skeletal remains.
But unlike their previous unburnable state, the golden flames now ignited even the untouchable resentful black mist!
The spreading flames instantly incinerated the hundred skeletons,
And the seemingly endless black mist, like firewood catching fire, exploded into flames in an instant!!
"This is! Ryujin Jakka!"
[Skill proficiency met! Consciousness resonance met! Skill level increased!]