" My subjects! My warriors! My pillars of the state!"
Ying Zheng spiraled through the sky, looking down at the enormous pit below, where countless fountains and waterfalls of every size had erupted. Great tears of blood streamed endlessly down his face. He raised his head and glared venomously at the Origin Realm Core, then transformed into a streak of black radiance and crashed headlong toward it.
But while he was still thousands of miles away from the Origin Realm Core, a translucent dark-gold shield abruptly appeared before him. Ying Zheng's twelve heads smashed into the shield until they were bloody and mangled, the horns atop them shattering one after another. The great fangs of several heads were knocked clean out. Ying Zheng howled in agony, his body going limp as he slid down to the ground.
A golden figure a thousand meters tall, with eighteen pairs of golden wings on its back, suddenly flashed to Ying Zheng's side. It raised a colossal sword formed from pure light-element energy, as though carved from white crystal, and viciously brought it down upon Ying Zheng's body.
Ying Zheng was scared out of his wits. Dazed from slamming into that thin yet incomparably sturdy shield, where could he possibly find the time to dodge? Just as the light sword was about to lop off all twelve of his heads in a single stroke, dark-green undead death energy suddenly coiled around him. Spatial Displacement, an exceedingly rare forbidden mirror spell of the undead school, activated without a sound. Ying Zheng's body vanished without a trace, leaving only the most rudimentary skeleton soldier behind.
The light sword struck the skeleton soldier, and the feeble skeleton instantly scattered into ash. The golden figure stared in slight astonishment at the deep trench it had cleaved open with