Deep in the Forest of the Dead.
In the boundless white bone forest, a lair made from countless piled-up skeletons had appeared.
A skeletal undead with dark-golden bones and a body shrouded in dense death energy was sleeping within the lair.
Suddenly, a Spirit Binder appeared above the lair.
Its body trembled as it floated respectfully at the edge of the lair, seemingly listening to something.
First came panic, then relief, followed immediately by shock.
Only after quite some time did this Eighth Tier Legendary Spirit Binder finally leave, its mind filled with thoughts.
It had not been long before the once-peaceful and silent Forest of the Dead suddenly erupted into turmoil.
Several Eighth Tier Legendary undead led their forces in attacks against neighboring factions.
Besides that, several other Legendary undead hurriedly left the Forest of the Dead and flew toward other regions of the Netherworld.
Some headed for the Rotten Bone Forest, some for the Rotten Flesh Mountains, while others embarked upon the Path of the Nether and infiltrated the Sea of Dead Souls.
They were tracking Nightmare Soul Ares and Ghoul Franter, pursuing the opportunity to reach the Chaotic Continent that Bone Lord Arsad had mentioned.
Whether it was the Chaotic Continent or the Netherworld, they had to find a way to get one step ahead of the other Undead Monarchs.
At the same time, somewhere on the Chaotic Continent.
A frail skeleton was kneeling on a barren mound, raising its head and directing its hollow face toward the azure sky.
The breeze blew into its empty eye sockets, occasionally producing several mournful wails that sounded especially eerie.
Whoosh—
As a certain will descended, ghostly blue soul fire suddenly flared within the skeleton's hollow eye sockets.
Amid the clacking friction of bones, the undead embraced its own head