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Su Mu was stunned.

He read the instructions carefully once, then read them again.

Proficiency?

He actually forgot this.

He quickly recalled the content about soul skills from his textbook.

After learning a Soul Skill book, there will indeed be a hidden proficiency bar on the skill panel, but the textbook describes this very little, only saying that "Soul Skills will gradually improve with repeated use."

Most dungeon raiders may never be able to level up a Soul Skill to level 2 in their entire lives, because using Soul Skills consumes Qi, and the rate at which Qi is gained is too slow.

A single battle in the wild might earn you a few points of morale, which is considered good; accumulating a thousand points often takes several days or even a week.

To upgrade a soul skill from level 1 to level 2, it needs to be used countless times. Whether it can be upgraded depends on many factors, including whether it is compatible with the skill and the skill's rank. Even so, normally, increasing proficiency and leveling up takes months, or at least ten days.

But Su Mu is different.

From the moment he left the city until now, in just one day, he has used the Years Like a Blade forty times.

Forty times equals 40,000 points of momentum. This number is astronomical to others, but for him, it's just the result of one day's battle.

Moreover, the effects of increased proficiency were more practical than he had imagined.

The time catalysis for non-living units has changed from one year to two years.

This means that the speed at which he catalyzes the Stone Left Over from Mending Heaven has doubled. Originally, it would take three to four thousand times for the Stone Left Over from Mending Heaven to reach the "age" required for Sun Wukong's birth, but now it only takes one thousand five hundred to two thousand times. If it is upgraded to level 3 or 4, this number will continue to decrease.

Su Mu took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.

The fifteenth wave.

The entire cemetery was shaking.

The grayish-white mist was stirred up as if by a giant hand, forming a huge vortex. From the center of the vortex, a massive figure slowly emerged.

Standing over six meters tall, its entire body was pieced together from the remains of countless elite skeletons. Each bone was as thick as a pillar, and eerie green Soul Flames burned between the bones, within which distorted faces could be vaguely seen. A dark golden, broken crown adorned its skull, and two strings of rosaries made of skulls hung from its arms. With each step it took, the rosaries collided, producing a hollow sound.

Behind it unfolds a pair of enormous bony wings made of ribs and periosteum, with a wingspan of over ten meters, which stir up gusts of cold wind when they flap.

[Name: Burial Corpse King (Hard - Lord)]

[Grade: A]

[Level: 20]

[Blood: 158000/158000]

[Attack: 3650]

[Defense: 2100]

[Agility: 320]

[Combat Index: 89600]

[Skills: Bone Claw Rend (Dual claw attacks, dealing 2.5x damage and inflicting bleeding, ineffective against undead), Domain of the Dead (All undead creatures within range gain +30% attack and +20% movement speed), Bone Storm (Released when health is below 50%, summoning a storm of bone shards that deals continuous damage and slows enemies), Corpse King's Command (Triggered when health is below 30%, forcibly controlling all undead on the field to launch a suicidal charge towards the core card), Soul Drain (Restores 5% of own health each time an undead unit is killed)]

Su Mu's pupils contracted slightly.

Its combat index is 89,600, which is more than double that of a normal Corpse King. Moreover, its skill set is more complete, and its intelligence is significantly higher.

The Corpse King did not charge immediately. It stood in the center of the cemetery, its bone wings slowly flapping, and beneath its dark golden crown, two eerie green Soul Flames swept across the area. Then it raised its bone claws and pointed them towards Flower-Fruit Mountain.

A low, guttural roar.

From the mist behind it emerged more than two hundred elite skeletons. These skeletons did not rush towards Little Drill Wind, but split into two groups. One group of about one hundred and fifty skeletons formed a frontal formation to restrain Little Drill Wind; the other group of about eighty skeletons, including twenty skeleton archers, bypassed the main battlefield and rushed towards Flower-Fruit Mountain.

Divide the forces.

Moreover, it is more resolute and more orderly than ordinary books.

Su Mu's eyes darkened.

On Flower-Fruit Mountain, the Stone Left Over from Mending Heaven stands quietly at the summit, without any protection. If these eighty elite skeletons were to rush up the mountain, even just a few self-destructing attacks could damage the core card.

"Little Drill Wind, kill the Corpse King first!"

Without hesitation, Little Drill Wind crouched low, dodging the bone blades of the skull in front of it, and slipped through the gap, charging straight at the Corpse King.

The Corpse King let out a contemptuous roar, its bone wings flapping violently, and two bone claws, wreathed in eerie green flames, tore towards Little Drill Wind. Little Drill Wind dodged to the side, the bone claws grazing its scales and leaving two half-meter-deep trenches in the ground.

Little Drill Wind his blade backhand, slashing at the Corpse King's ribs. The blade cut into the bone, but only penetrated three inches before getting stuck. The Corpse King's bones were too thick, and the Soul Flames between the bones were constantly repairing the damage.

The Corpse King swept across with its other bone claw. Little Drill Wind drew its knife and retreated, tapping its toes on the bone claw to use the momentum to flip onto the Corpse King's shoulder. It raised its short knife high and chopped down at the skull.

The Corpse King tilted its head, and the blade struck the dark gold crown, sparks flying. A crack appeared in the crown, but the Corpse King did not fall. It violently shook its head, sending Little Drill Wind flying. Little Drill Wind tumbled in the air and landed steadily.

The Corpse King roared, flapping its bone wings and summoning a storm of shattered bones. Countless bone fragments spun like sharp blades, enveloping an area of tens of meters in radius. The Little Drill Wind whistled through the storm, its scales being scraped by the bone fragments, sending sparks flying, but it failed to break through the defenses.

It stopped fighting head-on. Little Drill Wind began to circle around the Corpse King, its short sword constantly thrusting out from tricky angles. The Corpse King's agility was only 320, while Little Drill Wind's was over 19,000. Every time the Corpse King swung its claws, Little Drill Wind was no longer in the same spot.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

The Corpse King's health was slowly but steadily declining. It tried to recover using Soul Drain, but Little Drill Wind didn't give it a chance to kill the undead.

The skeletons that were holding the line were ordered to charge forward by the Corpse King. Little Drill Wind casually cut down a few of them. The Corpse King had just sucked a little blood when he was hit back by several more blows.

Health dropped to 50%. Bone Storm erupted again.

Dropped to 30%. Corpse King's Command triggered.

All the skeletons, including the eighty that were charging towards Flower-Fruit Mountain, simultaneously turned and pounced on Little Drill Wind. They no longer dodged or defended; it was a completely suicidal charge.

A cold glint flashed in Little Drill Wind's eyes.

Ignoring the onrushing skeletons, it accelerated at full speed, its body transforming into a bluish-black afterimage, heading straight for the Corpse King's skull. The Corpse King raised its bone claws to block, but Little Drill Wind slid under the bone claws, slashing at the Corpse King's cervical vertebrae with a low slash.

That is the junction between the bone wings and the torso, and also the weakest point of the Soul Flame.

The blade was infused with demonic energy and twisted violently.

The Corpse King's massive body suddenly froze. Its dark golden crown shattered, and eerie green Soul Flames erupted from the cracks in its skull. It let out a deafening wail, its bone wings drooped limply, and its six-meter-tall skeleton began to collapse.

Little Drill Wind didn't stop. It leaped up from the collapsed pile of bones, and with a backhand slash of its short sword, it completely cleaved the Corpse King's skull in two.

Corpse King, die.

The suicidal skeletons lost their command and faltered. Little Drill Wind turned and charged into the bone tide, cutting them down like grass with each slash. It also caught up with the eighty skeletons that were charging toward Flower-Fruit Mountain and killed them one by one.

The fifteenth wave resulted in total annihilation.

Su Mu stood there, looking at the shattered bones and embers of Soul Flames scattered on the ground, and slowly exhaled. Hard difficulty, cleared.

He walked towards the spot where the Corpse King had collapsed. Amidst the pile of shattered bones, a card was glowing with an eerie green light.