Chapter 348 Overlord
Just as the two of them were moving forward cautiously, looking for a secret path to the target, an ominous aura suddenly surged in the shadows around them.
Then, dozens of necromancers holding staffs appeared silently around Song Tianming and Yan Ruyu like ghosts in the night.
These wizards had distorted faces, green flames burning in their eyes, and strange smiles on their lips, as if they were looking forward to the upcoming massacre.
"Hmph, two mere mortals dared to trespass into the Cangling Bone Realm. Today, I will let you see what true despair is!"
The leading necromancer's voice was hoarse, like an echo in hell. It raised its staff, and a cold storm instantly condensed around it, which was a precursor to the curse.
Song Tianming snorted coldly, waved his magic sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the wizards, and said in a deep voice: "You undead, are you worthy of despair? Watch me break all the magic with one sword!"
Before he finished speaking, Song Tianming moved, like a ghost, shuttling between the wizards, and the Qinglian sword technique was unleashed, the sword light bloomed like a lotus, both beautiful and deadly.
Every time the sword was swung, a necromancer fell, but their curses and dark magic followed like a shadow, turning into black air, trying to erode Song Tianming's body and mind.
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu frowned slightly, and then she opened her red lips and uttered a string of ancient spells.
As the spell echoed, the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and the God of Thunder seemed to be summoned by her.
Yan Ruyu raised her hand lightly, and the jade fan turned into a stream of light, rushing straight into the sky. Then, thick lightning bolts fell from the clouds, accurately hitting the necromancers who were casting magic.
The lightning and darkness collided, and a deafening roar broke out, and the entire Cangling Bone Realm seemed to be trembling.
However, the battle did not end there, but became more intense.
The necromancers seemed to feel an unprecedented threat, and they began to cast more powerful dark magic. The entire battlefield was shrouded in thick black fog, and curses and bad luck poured down like raindrops.
Song Tianming and Yan Ruyu stood back to back, facing attacks from all directions, their eyes were full of determination and unyielding.
"Humph, a mere thunder, you want to destroy my undead army?" A seemingly more powerful necromancer grinned, waving his staff, and the black fog of the entire battlefield suddenly condensed into a huge black hand, grabbing the two.
"What a joke! Under the thunder, everything is subdued!" Song Tianming snorted coldly, and his spiritual power surged, resonating with the power of thunder. This time, he not only summoned thunder, but also integrated his own spiritual power into it, forming a thunder dragon that was enough to tear the darkness apart.
The thunder dragon roared and rushed towards the black hand. The two collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.
At this critical moment, Song Tianming also found an opportunity to counterattack. He suddenly rose up, and when he swung the Devouring Demon Sword, there was a faint demonic aura around him. That was the result of him absorbing the power of many undead spirits.
Song Tianming roared, and the magic sword turned into a black lightning, directly piercing the most powerful one among the group of undead wizards.
The tip of the sword penetrated the black fog and pierced the wizard's chest accurately. Then, a strong suction came out from the magic sword, swallowing up all the wizard's vitality and power.
However, the battle was far from over.
At this time, a group of dead knights riding burning bone warhorses, wearing black armor and holding cold and shining sky spears, like messengers of hell, rushed from all directions and surrounded the two.
The eyes of these dead knights burned with an eternal flame, which was the desire for life and the obsession with death. Every time they charged, they were accompanied by the harsh friction between the bones of the warhorses and the sharp whistling sound of the sky spears cutting through the air.
"Humph, a mere mortal dares to trespass here. Today, I will let you see the glory of the dead knights!"
A leading dead knight shouted loudly, and its voice echoed in the empty bone realm, full of majesty and arrogance.
With its order, all the dead knights charged at the same time, and the burning warhorses were like the flames of hell, instantly devouring everything around them.
Facing this sudden attack, Song Tianming and Yan Ruyu did not retreat.
Song Tianming snorted coldly, waved his magic sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the rushing dead knights, and said in a deep voice: "Are the dead souls worthy of talking about glory? Watch me defeat ten thousand knights with one sword!"
Before he finished speaking, he had turned into a black lightning, shuttled between the knights, and performed the Qinglian sword technique, the sword light was like a lotus blooming, both beautiful and deadly.
Every time the sword was swung, a dead knight was chopped off the horse, but their Tian Ge also followed like a shadow, turning into a sharp sword energy, trying to stop Song Tianming's attack.
"Hmph, a mere thunder, you want to stop the pace of our dead knights?" A dead knight sneered, he waved the Tian Ge, and a black sword energy attacked Yan Ruyu like a poisonous snake. Yan Ruyu flashed and easily dodged the attack. At the same time, the jade fan was waved, and a breeze blew across her face, dissolving the knight's attack invisibly.
"What a joke! Everything is defeated under the thunder!" Yan Ruyu snorted coldly. The spiritual power in her body surged, resonating with the power of thunder, and she summoned thick lightning again, bombarding the dead knights.
Song Tianming was not to be outdone. He held the World Devouring Demon Sword, and every swing of the sword could devour the opponent's power and vitality, making his own strength continue to grow.
At this time, a dead knight riding a burning bone warhorse and wearing black armor broke through the defense line. The sky spear in its hand flashed with the light of death, and every swing was accompanied by the distortion of space.
This dead knight is comparable to the dead overlord, with extremely powerful strength. The sky spear in its hand is extremely sharp, and can even cut through the void. The dark power of chaos is surging and burning like a river and waves, raging endlessly.
Song Tianming and Yan Ruyu stood back to back. Facing this unprecedented strong enemy, there was no retreat in their eyes, only a more determined will to fight.
"A mere dead spirit dares to be presumptuous in front of me!" Song Tianming shouted angrily, and his whole body was boiling with sword energy.
Song Tianming flashed, and he shuttled between the dead knights like a ghost, and each sword was aimed at the vital point. Wherever the sword light passed, the dead knights fell one after another, and even the burning bone warhorse could not resist its edge.
Yan Ruyu was not to be outdone. She gently opened her red lips, her voice was crisp and pleasant, but it contained the power to destroy the world: "Where light reaches, darkness does not exist!" As her words fell, the sky of the entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart, and a ray of pure and flawless light poured down from the sky. It was the "holy light" she summoned, which instantly illuminated the entire Cangling Bone Realm and swept away the witchcraft and haze of the undead.
Just when the two thought victory was in sight, a dead overlord wearing a black cloak and holding an ancient staff slowly walked out. There were no pupils in its eyes, only endless darkness and depth.
The dead overlord gently waved his staff, and the entire battlefield suddenly changed color. Countless undead warriors re-condensed under the call of magic power, as if they were going to completely devour the two.
"Humph, a mere mortal dares to step into the territory of my lord. Today, let you see the real power of death!"