Just as everyone thought they could finally breathe easy, a dense Decay Aura so foul it made them gag suddenly spread through the air. It seemed to rise from the depths of hell itself, carrying the stench of death and decay that turned their stomachs.
The ancient tome seemed to sense the threat as well. It began to shake violently, its pages fluttering with a rustling sound. Everyone watched in horror, a sense of dread rising in their hearts.
"This is bad! Corpse Demons from the Realm of Decay are attacking!" the old man cried, his face changing drastically.
Before his words had faded, the ground suddenly split open, and a horde of grotesquely varied Corpse Demons slowly crawled out from beneath it. They reeked of rot, their bodies decayed beyond recognition. Some were missing arms and legs, some had ferocious faces, and some were nothing more than bare skeletons. Their eyes glowed with eerie red light, while low growls occasionally escaped their mouths.
The moment the Corpse Demons appeared, they lunged at the group like starving wolves pouncing on prey. Wherever they passed, grass and trees withered, leaving behind utter silence, as though all life had been devoured.
Faced with this sudden army of Corpse Demons, the inheritors unleashed their own ultimate techniques. Waves of sound from the Divine Bell surged toward the Corpse Demons, but to everyone's surprise, the creatures seemed completely immune to the sound waves and remained utterly unaffected.
Seeing this, the inheritors immediately changed tactics. Wielding their divine weapons, they engaged the Corpse Demons in close combat. Yet when their weapons struck the Corpse Demons' bodies, they left only shallow marks and could not inflict any real damage.
The inheritors and the old man realized that these Corpse Demons were far stronger than they had