The Apex Guild members were studying the laws of the world inside the Shadow Domain, so Qin Chuan decided to act personally.
Taking Scripps and the three Flame Dragons he had recently subdued, Qin Chuan struck first. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a string of skills and easily wiped out tens of thousands of undead.
Scripps led the Flame Dragons in blasting Dragon Breath, adding to the slaughter.
But the Undead Army remained undeterred and pressed steadily forward.
"What...?"
Qin Chuan frowned at the Undead Army surging toward him like a tide. Unease crept into his heart.
"Guild leader, what's wrong?"
Mirror noticed the change in Qin Chuan and spoke up.
"There are too many undead. And..." Qin Chuan paused, his gaze sharpening. "They don't seem to care about their losses at all."
"They don't care about their losses?"
Mirror froze, then realized the problem too.
The Undead Army charged without fear of death. Even as Qin Chuan cut them down with ease, they showed no sign of retreating.
"Keep studying the laws in the Shadow Domain. I'll be right back."
With that instruction, Qin Chuan vanished.
When he reappeared, he stood at the very front of the Undead Army.
"Corrosive Rain!"
At Qin Chuan's low command, countless pitch-black blades appeared from thin air, reaping the undead like the scythes of death.
The Undead Army fell like wheat before a sickle, but still more undead surged in to fill the gaps.
"Roar!"
The Demigod-grade undead roared. They possessed formidable strength and intelligence, yet now they rushed at Qin Chuan like moths to a flame.
"King's Judgment!"
Bang, bang, bang!
The Demigod-grade undead burst apart one after another, turning into clouds of black mist.
But their deaths seemed to have no effect on the other undead.
Something's wrong.