The skeletal warrior raised the Nether Sacred Blade in its hand. Its jawbone opened in a silent roar from the soul, wisps of azure light drifting free.
Billions upon billions of undead filled the sea of undead, packed so densely that its end could not be seen at a glance, boundless and endless. Led by powerful Saint Realm undead monsters, they charged forward in great strides to crusade against the enemy of the undead race, the source of evil, the dark World Destroyer!
Roar!
A frigid, deathly aura blanketed the sky, accompanied by a unique dragon's might. An undead dragon carcass spread its wings overhead and swept swiftly past. The heart-palpitating pressure flashed by in an instant—it was a Nether Dragon Bone, one of the undead race's pinnacle existences.
Yet now, Nether Dragon Bones—rarely seen even once in a whole day within Ladder Mountain's sea of undead—were pouring forth in swarms. Shadows swept one after another over the heads of the already fervent undead sea, making the undead army even more excited, almost driving it into a berserk state.
"We shall be this world's final guardians! No one can defeat the awakened undead race, not even the legendary God of Destruction!"
The Saint Realm death knight raised his sword of death high. The undead legion beneath his command surged past him like a tide. It was the guidance of the many Underworld God wills in the heavens above. For the will of the great Nether undead, for the glory of Ladder Mountain's sea of undead, what was death to fear!?
Clatter, clatter...
Crisp metallic chains collided amid pig-like "hngh-loo, hngh-loo" roars. Its body seemed to have been stitched and pieced together like a synthetic beast from the Wizard World. This mountain-sized Saint Realm abomination exuded poisonous plague breath. Every step