"Ah!"
The Pope of the Dusk God let out a pained howl. He had been struck by the black dragon projection's dragon breath.
Two thick dragon claws and fangs had already pierced his body. Amid the Dusk Pope's screams, the enormous strength of the dragon tore him completely in half.
Another legendary combatant had died.
The situation on the battlefield grew increasingly clear. The number of high-level combatants on both sides was now equal.
But equal numbers meant that the strength of the Allied Gods had been greatly weakened.
Huo Ling was already somewhat out of breath. The fierce battle had continued for nearly ten days, and throughout those ten days, he had needed to maintain four legendary summoned projections.
The projections' battles had also consumed a tremendous amount of his power.
He took out a specially made legendary potion and tipped his head back to drink it.
Feeling the magic power within him boil, strength filled his body once more.
The area covered by the Undead Cataclysm was incomparably vast, and the power gathered from it was the reason Huo Ling had been able to endure for so long.
With the support of the Undead Cataclysm, the ground battlefield stretching hundreds of kilometers below had already become a river of blood.
Countless corpses of divine servants and fragments of undead bones had piled up into mountains.
Squads of Skeleton Cavalry charged and wheeled about without pause, inflicting considerable casualties upon the enemy's divine servants.
Divine spells landed upon undead creatures as though concentrated sulfuric acid had been splashed over them, sending up billowing clouds of smoke.
Undead spells falling among the divine servants could also trigger waves of chaos. Acid corrosion and soul strikes left many divine servants either corroded to death or bleeding black blood from all seven