A great battle at the edge of the sky was on the verge of erupting.
Five Declines of Heaven and Man seemed to have forgotten what it meant to prattle on.
He could talk at length with Chen Ruyi, but when facing Night Owl, he did not utter a single unnecessary word. After coldly pronouncing, "You will die an unnatural death," he merely raised a hand.
Whoosh!
A fierce wind rose.
The illusory, gigantic Lord of Disaster rising behind Five Declines of Heaven and Man's waist, outlined in gray-black decaying mist, seemed swept by a gale. With a forward tilt, it dove straight at the Undead Archmage.
"Rebirth Staff!"
Night Owl was likewise a model of few words. Without wasting breath, she moved the undead summon with her mind. The muscle-knotted Undead Archmage needed no chant, and the massive scepter in its hand erupted with black ghostly light.
Boom!
The Undead Archmage swung its staff through the air.
With a single strike, space was shattered in an instant.
The diving Lord of Disaster was blasted by that sweeping force into chaotic mist—formless when called form, shapeless when called image—unable to condense into substance again.
Yet Five Declines of Heaven and Man remained unmoved, as though he had long expected his opening attack to be broken.
His hands rapidly formed seals. Gray light flowed across his body, completely consuming the invading aura of death. Spiritual light shone all over him, and his momentum surged.
"Maggotfall!"
In less than half a breath, Five Declines of Heaven and Man pressed his hands together in a seal and shouted.
The dense decaying mist filling the sky suddenly writhed. Amid a bizarre and fantastical spectacle, it transformed into ugly, twisted, nauseating gray maggots.
No longer did this swarm of maggots possess the featherlight weight of