Lu Liu, Red Robe, Rakshasa, and the other officers all gained something from the fierce battle, whether it was a breakthrough in their understanding or a new level of skill mastery.
Deathbone was different.
It was not incapable of sudden enlightenment in battle, but if winning a fierce battle against a powerful enemy required breaking through at the last moment, that would be far too unstable. That was unacceptable.
To prevent such a situation, Deathbone often pondered and constantly improved its skills, gaining a little insight from time to time.
Its understanding had already reached the Great Accomplishment Grade. It gradually perfected it until it reached a level that satisfied Deathbone, and naturally stepped into the Perfect Grade, even reaching the Half-Step Imagery Grade.
It affected the world around it. The faint 'celestial phenomenon' that emerged was even clearer than the overwhelming demonic flames and gigantic demon phantom previously manifested by the Demon Flame King Rider.
The Nether River trickled onward, absorbing deathly aura from all directions until it gradually transformed into a surging gray river.
The faint sighs released by Deathbone also spread like a bone-chilling gale from the Netherworld.
Under the wash of the Nether River—the River of Death—the Red Cap Goblins biting at the Frost Giant Dragon's body withered away in an instant, just like the surrounding monsters.
The River of Death raised monstrous waves and surged forward, swallowing several small bosses that had come walking through the air and had just entered the third tier. They were rare three-star Thunderwing Winged Humans, yet the moment they fell into the River of Death, the lightning around their bodies rapidly dimmed.
In the blink of an eye, these small bosses sank and drowned in the surging gray-black heavenly river.
The rolling gray heavenly river continued onward, silently scattering