Various Speculations, None Promising

As Yang Mu examined this inheritance, Anthony had already joined forces with the Martial Ancestor and the Undead Legion to attack that blood-red figure many times, though they had only landed three hits.

But this was the beginning of a vicious cycle. Once his foundation was shaken, his own strength would be affected as well.

The undead had no reason. Even when they fell into a disadvantage, they would still choose to attack. In their eyes, there was only the life force and souls of living beings.

The undead had originally only been evenly matched with the Martial Ancestor. How could he kill the Martial Ancestor after his own strength had weakened?

Though the decline in strength was barely perceptible, this was only the beginning. As he weakened, the Martial Ancestor could entangle him more easily, even suppressing his movements for a time.

The Undead Legion either used attacks to suppress his movements or directly bound him with confinement magic.

Even a thousandth of a nanosecond was an opportunity for Anthony. So long as his attack landed, it would weaken the opponent's foundation once more.

The cycle repeated itself. In the end, the blood-red figure had no path but defeat. Yet after Anthony had weakened him to a certain extent, the other party actually stopped attacking of his own accord. The glow faded from his scarlet eyes, leaving behind blood-colored pupils.

But there was no bloodlust in his eyes, only regret.

"The Great Dao is not the Dao. Remember this, remember this!"

After saying that, the light in his eyes gradually vanished. He sat cross-legged in the void, like a true corpse.

The Martial Ancestor and Anthony had no idea what was happening. They cautiously approached and discovered that he had truly given up resisting. The Martial Ancestor's power solidified