Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

Chapter 640 - 434: Overloaded Soul Storm, Soul Struggle Battlefield!

And these were just the weakest of the Skeleton Archers.

Vladimir’s green Soul Fire surged as he stared intently at the shimmering, gray-black light enveloping the Skeleton Archers. Although he didn’t understand what these Skills were, his accumulated knowledge of the Undead Mage profession allowed him to make an immediate judgment. The essence of these Skeleton Archers hadn’t changed. It was simply that their master, the young Undead Mage, had granted them many powerful and incredible boons. In fact, the recent Demon-Breaking and Armor-Piercing effects were the most powerful applications of Fang Zhou’s Brutal Aura.

Watching the Skeleton Archers once again draw identical white bone arrows from their quivers, the Pseudo-Corpse Witch felt that standing in such a conspicuous position on the White Bone Throne was no longer as pleasant as it had been moments ago. The second wave of the Arrow Rain converged on the top of the White Bone Altar like countless tiny meteors.

The Pseudo-Corpse Witch threw his head back, and a sharp, whistling shriek rose into the air. The Skeleton Throne he sat upon, made of countless skulls, suddenly scattered. Each skull flew and danced wildly, their teeth chattering chaotically. Under the influence of Undead Magic, the hardness of these skulls was comparable to high-grade steel. Even the bone arrows, enhanced by the Brutal Aura, lost their kinetic energy after piercing a single skull, and both plummeted to the ground.

From a distance, it looked like a fierce collision between a silver meteor shower and a swarm of gray-white skulls, sparking flurries of silver sparks and green, luminous dust.

Apart from the Skeleton Archers’ attack, the other members of the Expedition Team were not idle. The light of various spells and arrows flared, illuminating the otherwise dark third level of the Tomb Hall. Their ranged attacks mingled with the Arrow Rain from the Skeleton Archers.

"My throne!" the Pseudo-Corpse Witch’s voice roared in anguish.

Although he was unscathed under the Skeleton Throne’s protection, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth as he watched nearly half of the skulls get destroyed in an instant. Moreover, those terrifying Skeleton Archers were drawing the same sharp arrows from their quivers for a third time. This made the Pseudo-Corpse Witch feel a wave of dread. Taking advantage of the scattered skulls still veiling his figure, he suddenly leaped from the White Bone Altar. The black robe spread like a gloomy cloud as he swooped fiercely toward Fang Zhou.

A soul-piercing howl sounded as two Elite Zombie Officers attacked from the left and right. Under the influence of the Brutal Aura, their movement and attack speeds were extraordinary. Immediately after, four Elite Skeleton Officers closed in, their cold, gleaming bone blades whistling shrilly through the air as they hacked toward the Pseudo-Corpse Witch.

The black-robed figure muttered an indistinct spell, its body rapidly transforming into numerous identical-looking shadows. However, under the onslaught of whirling blades, the shadows were hacked to pieces and vanished before they could make a move. Yet within the encirclement of Skeleton Warriors and Zombies, nothing remained but a tattered black robe. Pseudo-Corpse Witch Vladimir had used an Illusion Technique to deceive everyone. At the same time, his attempt to get close to Fang Zhou had been successfully thwarted.

His true form was still standing where the Skeleton Throne had been. Without the black robe for concealment, the Pseudo-Corpse Witch’s skeletal body seemed rather ridiculous. The hollow sockets of his skull burned with two ghostly green flames, his gaze fixed coldly on Fang Zhou.

"Young man, the cards in your hand are starting to make me afraid," the Pseudo-Corpse Witch said, his voice an ear-piercing grate of bone against bone. "So I’ve decided to annihilate you in the most straightforward way."

As Vladimir spoke, he raised his other hand and gently tapped his Dark Gold Crown. A shrill wail rang out as the once unassuming crown twisted into a terrifying skull. It opened its hollow mouth wide, emitting a lament that froze the very blood in one’s veins, conducting a grand chorus of the dead.

Following this piercing sound, a gray-white light emanated from the skull-crown, rapidly spreading outward. When it encountered the ranged attacks unleashed by the Expedition Team members, whether it was the torrents of purple lightning or the rain of ice-blue light, they merely caused ripples on its surface before being silently assimilated into the same gray-white glow.

"This is...!"

A cry of unspeakable terror escaped from Chief Guna’s throat. She only had time to make a single move: pressing the Withered Wood Staff tightly to her chest.

With the speed of an unannounced thunderclap, the gray-white light swept through every corner of the Tomb Hall.

Fang Zhou, his expression solemn, had already discerned through his Soul Eagle Eye that this gray light was a Soul Storm composed entirely of pure energy. This was a power that human Undead Mages had not yet mastered. The Soul Attribute was mysterious and unpredictable, difficult to defend against.

In the Era of Myth, the most notorious wielders of Soul Power were, naturally, the high-tier Soul Judge Demons among the Abyssal Demons. Fang Zhou was very familiar with one such case: his instructor, Lu Hu. The Golden Tier Berserker had been grievously injured in a sneak attack by a Golden Tier Soul Judge Demon. The attack damaged his very foundation, forcing him into a gloomy retirement at the Sea City Military Academy.