Seven Kill King · Chen Xin

The Wind of Repose subsided, and Huo Yutong burst from the ground, continuing swiftly toward the depths of the Forest of Aberrations.

But this time, before she had gone far, the expression beneath her mask gradually became subtle and strange.

Was her luck finally turning around?

Within the detection range of her Spiritual Domain, a humanoid creature clad in Soul Stone armor was speeding eastward.

However, compared to Huo Yutong's luxurious Underworld King Set, the black armor on its body was damaged in many places, with traces of Soul Power leaking out.

Even parts of its somewhat illusory soul body were exposed, appearing dim and weak. No matter how one looked at it, it gave off an air of utter exhaustion.

Judging by its condition, the experiences it had endured and its current circumstances were certainly far from pleasant.

And that was indeed the case.

Its Soul Power was nearly depleted, its half-formed Heart of the Soul was on the verge of collapse, and its Holy Blessing Armor was damaged to the point of nearly reaching its limit, almost incapable of functioning.

All of this had left the quasi-high-level undead known as the Seven Kill King sinking into growing despair.

The battle against the Mutated Soul Body lords lingered in his soul like a nightmare. Countless mid-level undead had perished on that battlefield, which resembled a giant meat grinder.

Even dozens of King-level undead like himself had fallen.

Mutated Soul Bodies had surged forth from every direction. No one knew how many valiant warriors had been buried in this land, their souls collapsing into fragments.

Faced with enemies nearly ten times their number, the Eternal Sleep Kingdom had deployed almost all of its elite forces. Only then had they barely managed to break through the line formed by the lord-level