As Chaos Fog spread once more, the eight fourth-tier undead had clearly learned their lesson this time.
Four of the fourth-tier undead entered the fog without hesitation to endure its cleansing, while the other four floated in midair, their cold eyes fixed firmly on Ang as they assumed defensive stances. Clearly, they intended to stop him from striking again and snatching it away.
Ang hovered high in the sky, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
He had already tried it earlier. Once Chaos Spear approached the abyssal chasm, it was immediately swallowed by Chaos Fog, unable to form any effective attack at all.
Now that he saw them using this rotation method, he felt even more frustrated.
The eight undead, however, were overjoyed. They had clearly realized that Ang was helpless at the moment, and secretly rejoiced.
The Bone Dragon's gray-white skeletal wings trembled slightly as deathly aura shrouded the surrounding lands, as though silently mocking Ang's futile efforts.
Ang could only keep circling through the skies, searching for a possible opening.
As time passed, he suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation.
That power came from deep within the abyssal chasm, as though some older, more terrifying existence was awakening.
The eight fourth-tier undead below sensed it at the same moment.
Their movements abruptly froze, and they immediately stopped absorbing Chaos Fog.
Without the slightest hesitation, they swiftly gathered their armies and surged wildly in every direction, beginning to reap the lives of the Maple Sugar Plane in a near-slaughter.
Whether magical beasts in the mountains or wild beasts on the plains, all were swallowed by their undead armies.
The mountains surrounding Kwenhua Plain had already been completely devoured by the abyssal chasm.
As the terrain continued to collapse, Ang even saw the clouds in the sky beginning to slowly