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When the black mist has thickened to a certain extent, the whole world is shrouded in darkness, deprived of light, as if inside a pitch-black enclosed room.

In such a place, even a Tier Eight Extraordinary cannot come here, which is why the people at the Falling Leaves Gathering Place have yet to discover this passage connecting to the Undead World.

There are, however, numerous low-level undead wandering nearby, oblivious to Su Changxing’s presence and showing no reaction.

”Seven o’clock.”

Su Changxing glanced down at his phone; it happened to be seven o’clock when he arrived here.

This was a long-calculated outcome.

Before going there, let’s see what the discount shop will refresh.

He was curious, and this was crucial.

”Let’s see what it will provide.”

As Su Changxing browsed the item list in the discount shop, a strange expression appeared on his face, surprised by what was offered—quite a coincidence.

[Book of the Dead (Fragment): 50% discount, 920,000,000 Points]

[Book of the Dead (Fragment): Upper Rank A Crown, the Undead Monarch’s dominion, utterly damaged in war, a treasure of the Undead Race, closely connected to the Death Realm.

Dominion: Holding this book enables absolute suppression over any undead below the sequence, weakening their strength by thirty percent.

Death Legion: Even though death’s order has long been shattered, the legion of death still remains; you can command other undead to become part of the Death Legion.

Dark Magic: Enhances any ability related to the undead, the extent of enhancement relates to the completeness of Death Technique and the holder’s Spiritual Power.]

”Okay, previously held one Chapter, and now got the whole book.”

Su Changxing, looking at the string of numbers, felt a headache—nine hundred million. He didn’t have that many Points, so he had to sell off part of that High-level Demon’s body to acquire enough Points.

It was a leather-bound book with a light yellow cover, without any title page, old and tattered; it should have been a thick book, yet now appeared thin, approximately thirty pages inside.

Holding it, Su Changxing knew it was likely a Divine Artifact; despite severe damage, it was still divine.

Such an item was unique, a non-reproducible Mysterious Item, seemingly placed in the discount shop exclusively for Su Changxing at a low price.

Then.

He took out the undead Chapter, found the corresponding part within the Book of the Dead, and stitched it together.

The damaged section seamlessly connected, causing the traits of the undead Chapter to alter accordingly.

Now, he could summon three Undead Knights simultaneously, no longer needing Spiritual Power to sustain them; this consumption seemed transferred to the Book of the Dead.

Su Changxing once again used Spiritual Power to activate the undead Chapter, bridging that unknown space, and received a response, a vibration of connection, as an eerie blue flame quietly appeared before him.

Next, a not-so-tall figure wielding a long sword, clad in pitch-black armor, appeared before him.

The image of the Undead Knight isn’t fixed, but rather a realm; its specifics depend on the knight’s image in life—tall in life, tall in death; short in life, short in death.

Kneeling on one knee, head bowed, uttering no sound, only the blue flame within the mask continuously flickers.

Su Changxing, with two Undead Knights in tow, advanced toward the passage, encountering more undead, which began to attack, seemingly aware of Su Changxing’s ill intent.

However.

Such a blockade was powerless; the two Undead Knights steadily pushed forward.

The taller Undead Knight was named Oxen by Su Changxing, the smaller one Mink.

Upon stepping onto the dark road, more undead surged toward them in droves, various undead skeletons, ghouls, zombies... some on land, some in the sky.

Oxen wielded an axe, leading the charge, every swing felling a large swath of undead, black energy flowing in its wake.

Then, they saw from afar that towering City of Decay, its walls composed of living corpses, countless hands and feet extending outward, inducing a sense of dread.

”Not coming out yet?” Su Changxing smirked, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

Everything seemed to slow down, every action and expression connected with the airflow.

Waves spread through the space, beginning to distort; within the dark space, lights brightened, green phosphorescence, spreading from the City of Decay’s walls to the undead swarms outside.

Sounds of wailing emerged, sounding more terrifying than these undead.

Su Changxing stood quietly with a yellow-book, gazing towards the sky above the City of Decay; eight identical eyes spun, surveying the surroundings, as if something wriggled and shivered on him, inducing fear in both heart and undead.

A zombie wearing a straw hat knelt on the ground, wailing in agony, supporting itself with its hands, not daring to lift its head.

Over a hundred skeletons to the east seemed to witness something terrifying, retreating continuously, the fire within their eye sockets flickering incessantly.

As the cursed green light spread across his body, the lively flames disappeared, transforming into decayed bones scattered on the ground, piling up together.

On the horizon, a large group of black ghost shadows approached Su Changxing from all directions. They appeared as skeletons, only their upper bodies, with a terrifying cold aura, it was death itself.

”You have violated the taboo of death, you deserve to die!”

”Retreat, the dignity of death cannot be desecrated.”

”Either you stay here forever.”

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The noisy sound echoed in Su Changxing’s ears, surrounding him, like the old monk planting Buddhist sounds in his ear, endlessly.

Probably something similar.

Su Changxing projected white light from his left eye, enveloping them, meanwhile releasing the twisted part of his spirit to cover these noisy sounds.

That is the part polluted by the Divine Spirit.

This is a method of fighting poison with poison, perhaps not a good method, but quite practical.

Almost instantly those noisy sounds disappeared from Su Changxing’s ears, covered by the twisted spirit.

Divine Spirits are always supreme beings, and their twisted spirit probably can cover everything.

Those black specters screamed in terror, their once fixed bodies began to twist, growing more arms, eyes, and mouths, continuously destroying their bodies.

These entities belong to the Forbidden Undead, formed from the grievances of powerful beings after death, capable of easily corroding spirits, regardless of their strength.

Even for Tier Five Extraordinaries, encountering this thing could only mean retreat.

Meanwhile.

The sound of dragon roars appeared in the sky covering the entire land, as a massive figure spiraled down, crushing a large area of undead.

Su Changxing flipped the Book of the Dead to the thirteenth page, infusing it with considerable Power of Faith, and then wielding his own ability.

Pastoral Spirit!

A mass of black chains resembling arms shot from him toward those black specters, firmly locking their ethereal bodies, beginning assimilation.

When he stepped into this place again, it was a life-and-death battle, not sparing any hand, a moment of negligence could lead to eternal damnation.

He had to come here, knowing these undead were watching intently, couldn’t wait for them to attack, but strike first.

Their already broken, weak world couldn’t withstand such terrible havoc.

Su Changxing’s eyes were pitch black, yet bright, like a cat’s eyes in the night.

”You didn’t keep your promise.” The King of Corpse Eaters stood on the dragon’s head watching, saying calmly to Su Changxing.

His heart also trembled, what Su Changxing displayed surpassed his expectations.

Su Changxing turned to look at him, chuckled, ”I never promised anything, there’s a saying in our world, ’he who kills will be killed.’”

”To kill, you must first be ready to be killed. Don’t you think so, my Lord?”

With the augmentation from the Book of Death, Pastoral Spirit’s ability magnified dozens of times, coupled with the power weakening these Forbidden Undead, enough to control them and draw them into the Death Legion.

Finally, the King of Corpse Eaters showed an angry expression on his pale cheeks, ”Boy, do you really think I fear you?”

Immediately.

He saw those black specters swarming towards him, attaching themselves to him, surrounding him.

Just as he prepared to break free, he discovered his entire body glowed with green fluorescence, strange little bugs constantly wriggled in his flesh, seemingly corroding his entire body.

”What is this? You tricked me!” He looked angrily at Su Changxing, waving his single hand, a gigantic dark purple bone claw appeared above Su Changxing, constantly moving, as if dancing.

Su Changxing felt the connection with the bone claw, his Life Force began to rapidly deplete, he reflexively drew out the silver revolver from his waist, aiming at the bone claw, pulling the trigger.

Silver fire penetrated through the palm of the bone claw, shattering it entirely.

Now, the victory was certain, he had already a ninety percent chance to take down this King of Corpse Eaters, now with the support of the Book of Death, it was a hundred percent certainty.

Under such ebb and flow, he could suppress the opponent in every aspect.

The left side of the King of Corpse Eaters’ head cracked open, a palm-sized little figure crawled out, began to cry loudly, tears streaming down, forming a tiny creek, a blood-red creek, covering the King of Corpse Eaters’ chest.

The Zombie Dragon flapped its wings trying to fly once more, just as it lifted halfway, it was caught by a giant ox leaping high to grab a foot, pulling it down heavily, crashing to the ground, along with the King of Corpse Eaters rolling down.