Dewey, Die!

The burly legendary orc warrior was now in an abysmal condition, his breastbone almost completely pulverized by the warhammer.

The legendary warhammer undead's final blow had left a great deal of death rules in his wounds. The energy contained within those rules steadily gnawed away at his powerful body.

Even if Dewey had escaped, he would have needed several years, perhaps even ten or twenty, to purge all the power of those rules from his body and fully recover.

But Huo Ling's Death's Finger struck Dewey.

This time, Dewey was not as lucky as before. The ray containing death rules detonated the rule energy compressed within his wounds.

Under the double assault of those two energies, Dewey Shortblade had no means of resistance left.

His body was swiftly destroyed by death energy, and ash-gray deathly aura rapidly swept across his entire body.

His soul, already like a shattered spiderweb after being struck by Banshee's Wail, broke into countless fragments beneath the attack of Death's Finger.

Dewey Shortblade.

Dead!!!

He was the first legendary warrior to fall on this battlefield.

Dewey Shortblade's corpse dropped from midair and smashed into the ground, crushing more than a dozen orc warriors to death.

In the distance, Huo Ling was overjoyed. In that instant, what he gained was not merely the kill of Dewey, but also deeper insights into the rules of death.

This was the first legendary creature slain by his Death's Finger.

The best way to comprehend the rules of death was to practice death.

Death was death, no matter who died. An enemy's death was even more helpful in comprehending the rules of death.

A vast number of insights into the rules of death flooded Huo Ling's mind, but he had no time to analyze or grasp them now. He suppressed those