A moment earlier
Visen
He Ao lowered his head and gazed at the dust-filled void ahead. The surrounding space gradually fell silent. A desolate, frigid aura seeped from the depths of the earth, spreading through this dim space and ancient city.
Twisted flesh was born from the void, condensing into a vague form not far in front of He Ao.
Very quickly, flesh and cheeks grew upon that form, turning it back into a tall red giant.
The red giant lowered his head, flexed his limbs, and looked down at He Ao with a mocking smile. "Well, Dernothus? I didn't resist at all just now. I can revive infinitely, but how many times can you kill me?"
He looked down at He Ao and raised both hands. An intense, all-dominating pressure descended upon He Ao.
In that instant, He Ao felt as though he had lost control of his body for a brief moment.
At the same time, undead and monsters poured out from behind the red giant. Twisted red radiance coiled around them, wrapping around their bodies. In the blink of an eye, their forms rapidly swelled to several times their original size.
Slan took a step forward, and the endless undead creatures covered in red radiance took a step forward as well.
The densely packed undead flooded the ancient streets and houses like a tide, covering the entirety of the Kwotela Ruins.
"Dernothus," Slan raised his head, looked at He Ao, and smiled. "My undead are endless, and so is my life. What do you have to fight me with?"
The instant his words fell, his body abruptly vanished. In the next moment, he appeared before He Ao and kicked him. He Ao broke free of that invisible force's control, raised his black longsword, and blocked the incoming