Inside the ruins' stone grotto, Chen Mo stared at the shadow that had just unleashed a wave of suppressive power, his brow furrowed.
By contrast, the Godfall Cult's leader, the old man in purple robes, looked as fond as though he were witnessing the birth of his own child.
"Beautiful. What beautiful power!"
Chen Mo unleashed his full firepower. "Kill."
Having just reached level 30, Chen Mo had 1,500 slots in his summoning space and an undead legion of 1,500 summons, all attacking at full force under the Skeleton King's command!
Chen Mo had already crushed more than a dozen Godfall Cult members who dared block his path.
Yet the Godfall Cult's leader showed no sign of panic, as though it made no difference how many people died.
Watching the masked shadow, Chen Mo ordered the Lich Mages to fire their Soulfire in unison, hoping to kill him instantly before he fully took shape.
But the next moment, just as hundreds of streaks of Soulfire were about to touch the shadow...
He instinctively unleashed a blast of immense pressure-a counterattack against any creature that attacked him!
Boom!
In an instant, every Lich Mage was crushed to death, without the slightest chance to fight back.
Fortunately, thanks to [Undying Dead], all the Lich Mages revived, but Chen Mo's expression remained grim.
Because he truly couldn't stop it.
"Heh, hahahahaha!!!"
The old leader of the Godfall Cult laughed wildly at Chen Mo. "You don't know your own limits!"
"You're an undead type. You can feel it, can't you?" he suddenly added smugly. "The power of the Nether God's godhead!"
"The pinnacle of the undead, necromantic, and Undying Type paths of transcendence!"
"Even if this is only the power of a few Divine Godhead Fragments, here on insignificant little Blue Star... no one