The Gate of the Undead, constructed from white bones, stood ominously upright, wedged inside Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth like a pillar holding up the heavens.
But the Soul Skill bestowed by Golden Crocodile Douluo's hundred-thousand-year soul ring was truly astonishing. Dense, evenly spaced cracks spread across the Gate of the Undead Yang Ming had summoned at a speed visible to the naked eye. It would probably last only another second or two before being pulverized.
Even the various undead summoned through the Gate of the Undead—whether lowly skeletons, zombies, and ghosts, or death knights, abominations, and liches—felt an irresistible suction coming from the depths of the enormous mouth before them the instant they stepped through.
Caught in that powerful pull, all the undead were swallowed into Golden Crocodile Douluo's belly.
Who knew how a Spirit Master's little stomach could accommodate hundreds, even thousands, of undead? Perhaps that was another effect of the Soul Skill bestowed by his hundred-thousand-year soul ring. His entire mouth was like a bottomless abyss, capable of swallowing countless undead.
Through his Divine Sense, which rivaled that of a demigod, Yang Ming even detected that Golden Crocodile Douluo's Soul Power had increased rather than decreased. He seemed to have gained considerable Soul Power after rapidly digesting this wave of undead.
Devouring. Toughness.
Those were the effects of his opponent's Soul Skill that Yang Ming had discerned during their brief encounter.
"Somewhat interesting."
"But that's all there is to it!"
The next instant, a terrifying, ferocious light burst from Yang Ming's eyes. Taking advantage of the second or two the Gate of the Undead bought him, he abruptly activated the Eight Gates Released Formation!
"Gate of Opening, Gate of Healing, Gate of Life, Gate of Pain, Gate of Limit, Gate of View, Gate of Wonder—all seven gates, open!"