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Across the battlefield, summoning arrays gleamed one after another.

Dense death magic poured from these summoning arrays.

On the ground, a temple warrior stared nervously at a rune array dozens of meters wide that had appeared not far away.

He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on his weapon.

Strands and wisps of death magic began to spread like dim gray fog.

"Clang!"

The sound of blades leaving their sheaths rang out as the dense gray mist churned.

A tall elite Dark Warrior stepped out from within it, followed by a large number of Dark Warriors.

The elite Dark Warrior leveled his greatsword, its point aimed straight at the temple warriors' formation opposite him. Beneath his helmet, green soul flames flickered.

"...Accept death's gift!"

Before his words had even faded, these elite undead warriors charged at the enemy, delivering the deadliest blows with their broad-bladed greatswords.

Across a battlefield spanning dozens of miles, summoning arrays shone one after another.

Squads of elite undead soldiers silently rushed out from them.

In the air, the summoning arrays here called forth only Sanctuary-tier undead.

Powerful, savage figures emerged one after another, then charged into the distance without pausing. Their mission was to hunt down the fleeing high-ranking divine officials.

Before the shocked eyes of Hemel Plane's gods, five even larger summoning arrays unfolded before Huo Ling.

These summons were Legends. Four Legendary undead, along with a Legendary undead serpent, appeared in this world.

Within the divine kingdom of the Thievery God.

The Thievery God, possessing only weak divine power, had already slumped limply upon His divine throne.

He murmured softly, "Five more powerful beings?"

A first-stage Legend from the Spirit Realm was already a demigod-level existence in the Hemel Plane, let alone these Legendary undead, who were all at the second or third