The Terror of the Undead Archmage

The sixth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods!

The Saint-level powerhouses of the Yulan Continent were currently locked in a fierce battle against the Rock Giants.

Often, a single person had to face the attacks of several Rock Giants at once.

Some were even besieged by as many as ten Rock Giants.

The Four Ultimate Warriors transformed one after another, displaying the terrifying power of the ultimate warriors!

None of those Saint-level powerhouses held anything back; to hold back at a time like this might mean death.

Each Rock Giant was equivalent to a powerhouse among them, only slightly inferior to a peak Saint-level expert, but they held the advantage of sheer numbers.

"Damnable humans, you court death!" Seeing Kolan kill three Rock Giants, the Rock Monarch roared in fury.

He swung his heavy hammer, striking toward Kolan.

Kolan did not attempt to tank the Rock Monarch's hammer head-on; his divine armor could only withstand external attacks, and if the opponent's force were to strike his internal organs directly, he would not be able to endure it.

He dodged.

Hiss, hiss, hiss~~ Such terrifying physical attack power, and such terrifying physical defense! Even though Kolan had evaded the brunt of the force, a single exchange left him in awe.

His own physical attack had failed to shatter even a single rock on the Rock Monarch's body, penetrating only twenty centimeters deep.

Yet, the thickness of the solid rock was clearly far greater than twenty centimeters.

And the mere shockwave of that terrifying physical attack was enough to knock him back.

"Die!" The Rock Monarch swung his heavy hammer once more.

He intended to crush the human before him.

Kolan chanted silently in his heart.

Suddenly, vines sprouted from the rocky ground, entangling the Rock Monarch.

Although the Rock Monarch shattered the vines in an instant, that brief moment was enough for Kolan's sword to strike again.

This sword slash landed on the Rock Monarch, leaving no mark behind.

However, the Rock Monarch's massive body collapsed with a thunderous crash.

This strike contained a powerful soul attack, directly shattering the soul within the Rock Monarch's Rock Heart.

This was the extent of Kolan's current terror.

His physical attacks were decent, though not his strongest, his speed was not the fastest, and his defense was passable, but his soul attacks were the most terrifying of all.

They were almost impossible to block.

Kolan waved his hand, putting away the heavy hammer.

He looked at the others, who were still locked in combat with the Rock Giants.

Kolan did not intervene again; he had done enough by killing the Rock Monarch.

The most important aspect of the Necropolis of the Gods was, in fact, the tempering, the breakthroughs made between life and death.

To obtain a godhead, one had to reach the eleventh floor.

Not to mention, the first twelve floors were guarded by a god-level magical beast, which could appear on any floor at any time.

If he did all the work himself, the others would lose their chance for tempering.

Kolan began to search for the passageway.

A quarter of an hour later, he finally found it.

At the entrance to the passage lay two divine artifacts: a scimitar and a spiked club.

Kolan collected these two divine artifacts.

By now, the sixth floor had undergone changes; those with weaker strength had fled back to the fifth floor, while the stronger ones, having evaded the Rock Giants, were already heading toward the passage.

As for how many had died, Kolan was not certain.

Entering the seventh floor together, only eighteen human Saint-level powerhouses remained, along with the Saint-level Tyrannosaurus and the Saint-level Thunder Dragon.

"Kolan, could I borrow that Rock Monarch's heavy hammer from you?!" Amanda hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Please rest assured, once we leave the Necropolis of the Gods, I will definitely return it to you!"

That heavy hammer was a divine artifact; if he held it, his strength would increase significantly, providing him with more security within the Necropolis of the Gods.

Kolan took out the heavy hammer and tossed it to Amanda. "Fine!"

Kolan did not place much value on this divine artifact.

"Thank you, Kolan!" Amanda said.

Amanda dripped his blood to claim ownership, and the heavy hammer shrank to a manageable size.

However, its weight remained, and it still belonged to the category of divine artifacts.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, Kolan released all of his Saint-level undead beings.

Originally possessing thirty Saint-level undead, he had lost ten on the sixth floor, leaving only twenty remaining.

This was a world of ice and snow, a vast expanse of white, with many tall trees standing proudly, their branches draped in a silver coat of accumulated snow.

"Roar~~" The furious roar resounded across the heavens and earth.

Kolan and the others gathered together, only to see one hundred snow-white bears lined up, each and every one of them a Saint-level Magical Beast.

The bear at the lead was massive, more than twice the size of the others.

Seeing this formation, many people couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle.

Bear-type Magical Beasts were always known for their thick skin, high defense, and immense strength; while they might lack speed and agility, their defensive and offensive capabilities were extremely formidable.

Now, there were a full one hundred of these Saint-level bears, and the giant bear leading them was clearly not to be trifled with.

"My sons, kill them, and we shall regain our freedom!" the lead giant bear roared.

"Roar~~" The other bears all roared toward the sky, their eyes turning blood-red as they charged toward Kolan and his group.

Hiss... is this entering a berserk state!? Kolan drew a sharp breath in secret.

These bears seemed to have lost their sanity, filled with such brutality that they looked ready to tear everyone to pieces.

With their massive frames, the bears caused the ground to shake as they ran.

The group scattered.

They had no choice; the power of such a collective charge from the bears was simply too terrifying.

By scattering, that power would be significantly weakened.

Kolan ordered twenty Saint-level Undead beings to engage the bears in battle.

While others felt fear, Kolan felt a sense of excitement.

These bears were perfect for harvesting souls to refine into Soul Gold Beads, using their bodies to create Undead beings, or at the very least, enjoying the delicacy of bear paws.

These bears really are thick-skinned; their defense is astonishing! Kolan muttered to himself, noting that the defense of these Saint-level bears was no worse than the Rock Giants on the sixth floor.

It was truly terrifying.

Even for him, killing a single bear through physical attacks alone would not be easy!

However, he could use poison gas!

The poison gas refined by a Saint Undead Mage could knock out anyone who wasn't a god.

Kolan took a bottle of poison gas from his spatial ring, removed the stopper, and let the gas disperse.

Anyone who inhaled this poison would find themselves weak and collapsing to the ground.

This applied to the Saint-level bears just as much as it did to humans.

Once poisoned, dealing with them became easy.

They were simple to kill, and their souls were easy to harvest.

Even the bear king was no exception.

Soon, Kolan had finished handling everything and took out pills for everyone to consume.

"Kolan, what kind of poison is that? It's terrifying!" Baruch swallowed hard, feeling a sense of dread.

Although he hadn't been knocked out, he had lost half of his strength.

Looking at the bears, they had all been poisoned and dealt with.

"It's nothing special, it only works on Saint-level beings; it's useless against god-level experts," Kolan waved his hand, acting very humble.

In truth, if they had used their battle aura shields in time to prevent inhaling it, they wouldn't have been affected.

However, Kolan hadn't warned them so as not to alert the bears.

The group of Saint-level experts rolled their eyes upon hearing this.

This was already terrifying enough, wasn't it?

In an instant, everyone's perception of the horror of a Saint Undead Mage had been raised by an entire level.

They had previously thought they had estimated the terrifying methods of a Saint Undead Mage highly enough, but now they realized they had still underestimated them.

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