Battles between Saint Realm experts could last for ages—or end within a moment or two.
The battle between the ancient dragons and the sanctified undead belonged to the latter.
After all,
Neither side feared death or feared damage to themselves.
The ancient dragons awakened by the Twilight True King sacrificed their bodies to twilight. Death did not claim them.
The undead crowned by Deathbone wielded the great power of death. To them, death was merely a new beginning.
Pure and primitive slaughter, the interweaving of dusk and darkness, erupted without end high in the sky, on either side of the two opposing figures.
"Boom—"
A sanctified undead was pierced through its Death Armor, and the surrounding Law Realm dragons swarmed in.
They tore and bit, trading their lives for wounds.
A Flesh Giant Dragon even wrapped itself around the sanctified undead and detonated on the spot.
"Boom—!!"
A dazzling firework burst open. The sanctified undead fell from the high sky and was soon torn to pieces by the ancient dragons.
After all, it possessed only Saint Realm combat power rather than being a True Saint, and thus did not possess a Concept Saint Body.
In a life-for-life battle, once an opportunity was seized, death came in the blink of an eye.
"How brutal!"
"That's Saint Realm power!"
Yet neither the Twilight True King nor the mysterious high-ranking undead seemed to care.
Their Saint Realm combat forces under them were being lost, and so what?
That was absurd!
One had to know that even if such Saint Realm combat forces were not true lifeforms, they were still part of the power of high-grade existences themselves. Once lost, it might take a long time to cultivate new Saint Realm combat forces.
It was just like the Miracle Lords of the current era.