Whoosh—
The instant the nine-tiered pagoda opened.
Amid the blazing light, only a very few, such as Caier, the God Favored One of Death, and Augustus, the Undead Judgment Knight, could see clearly.
It lasted only an instant.
A dense grayish-black current surged directly from the tip of the pagoda.
It was an exceptionally pure stream of energy.
So pure that no creature, not even the undead, would ever wish to come into too much contact with it.
It was the wind of death blowing forth from the wide-open Hell Gate.
Wherever it passed, even soul bodies would melt away.
As the grayish-black current poured out from the pagoda.
It rapidly spread between heaven and earth.
Enveloping all the Wraith Monarch's clones along with his true body.
It was an indescribable deathly stillness.
A presence that even Augustus, the strongest Undead Monarch, found terrifying.
The Wraith Monarch had only just come into contact with it.
When he immediately seemed to encounter aqua regia that could dissolve gold and melt iron.
He directly turned into deep green silk consumed by flames, before finally becoming a grayish-white current that dispersed.
It rushed directly toward the Exquisite Pagoda.
In the blink of an eye, it was absorbed completely.
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss~"
A burst of sharp intakes of breath suddenly rang out among the other monarchs.
In just one exchange.
A monarch of middling strength from their side had been taken out.
Not even his final desperate struggle and counterattack had caused the slightest ripple.
Only his unwilling howl, which seemed to still echo, gradually vanished into nothingness.
The visual impact of it filled several of the weaker monarchs with dread.
Although their ten kings had reached an agreement and might unite to completely destroy Austin Griffin.
They had already become undead.
Their lives