Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!
Countless strands of shattered blade aura transformed into a storm of blades, sweeping through the ninth layer of the underground palace.
This slash, which Noah personally shattered, left behind aftershocks that merely grazed the Golden Dragon Scales without even causing sparks to fly, but if it landed on an ordinary undead, the soul fire would extinguish instantly.
"No!"
In an instant, the Great Demon roared in anger as it sensed nearly two thousand soul fires vanishing from its control. The undead army it had assembled, even the lowest level of Skeleton Soldiers, were cultivated from the remains of golden creatures.
Each elite undead's demise was something it was unwilling to accept. Yet now, a small main force had evaporated, and these weren't just expendable cannon fodder that could be replenished at any time.
