Countless miniature Devouring Serpents faded away like a receding tide. Fu Shi Feng patted out the few flames still burning on his body.
The White Bone Throne had become somewhat damaged, but a crown formed of bone appeared above Fu Shi Feng's head.
This meant that even though Chen Yi had not deliberately cast spells to kill the undead army,
the Heart Fire's free-spreading flames alone had killed tens of billions of undead in this brief span of time.
The nature of an undead calamity meant that the undead horde was bound to contain huge numbers of first- and second-tier undead.
Because of their nature, undead could survive in the oxygenless, freezing void.
But such undead could not survive in the Heart Fire for even an instant.
Before Chen Yi, they were nothing but kindling.
Fu Shi Feng adjusted the crown on his head, looking slightly troubled. "Sorry to make you laugh. It won't be so easy to break free from the restrictions of being a necromancer."
"But let us begin again."
A pale force spread outward from Fu Shi Feng.
This pale force was the power of death.
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
The sound of flowing water, both illusory and real, emerged in the void.
The undead army that had been struggling desperately in the Heart Fire one moment fell into a river symbolizing desolation the next.
The power of death continuously wore away the Heart Fire on the undead.
The river looked incomparably clear on the surface, yet none of its depths could be seen.
"This technique is Yellow Springs. Please, have a taste."
So that was it!
Only at this moment did Chen Yi understand the purpose behind his opponent's seemingly unreasonable actions earlier.
Summoning so many useless low-tier undead was simply to give Chen Yi something to kill.