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Over a month ago, Dead Bone had led numerous Lords of Deathremains, with the combined might of the territories of the dead, to smash open the gates of Fang of the Jackal Wolf, revealing the Secret Realm.

But now, Dead Bone was without any Lords of Deathremains by his side; he merely summoned the projection of the Land of the Dead and easily flung open the gates of the Orochi clan.

Space continually fractured, spreading out directly for tens of kilometers to both sides.

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In the adjacent areas, large chunks of land crumbled, and structures rooted upon them, such as Python statues and Serpentine Fang Arrow Towers, also crashed down, shattering.

Further away, a segment of the Serpent River, teeming with countless pythons, collapsed. Numerous snakes were dumped into the gaping fissures of space.

Soon, the cracked space began healing rapidly under the influence of the Heaven and Earth Rules, leaving only the greatly widened, utterly shattered gates of the Orochi behind.

Beyond the gates lay devastation and ruin, the land missing a vast swath as if it were gouged out.

Countless Undead Beings surged like two black rivers from beside Dead Bone, crashing into the Overlord's Main Base wrapped in a faint Red Mist.

The Orochi responded incredibly quickly.

They had seen numerous legends fall in the previous wars, but their losses were ultimately not as colossal as those of Fang of the Jackal Wolf.

Within their main base, ten individuals of Legendary Realm remained seated.

Even more legends close to the main base rushed back swiftly.

During this time of war, the pre-heated Serpentine War Machinery also activated quickly.

"Boom—"

The ground suddenly swelled upward, a colossal serpent head burrowed out from the earth like a fish leaping from water, soaring high into the air. Upon reaching a height of over a hundred meters, it plummeted towards the just-entered Undead Tide, landing heavily upon them.

"Boom—"

Many of the Undead were sent flying by the hundred-meter-long war Serpent, some scattering parts in mid-air and others crushed under the colossal Serpent's body.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The edge of war machinery displayed its full power in the great battle.

In the distance, some serpentine statues' eyes glowed, shooting out light petrifying everything.

Shrill hisses grew from distant to near. Elite monsters congregated behind legendary creatures flying in from afar.

Beneath the Red Mist, the monsters roared, their crimson eyes filled with fury.

They rolled forward like a maroon tide, tearing apart anything that dared challenge them.

However, even the monster power, which reigned supreme in numbers, seemed not to match the scale of the black tide.

Two massive waves clashed fiercely, and at the very front, countless Undead and monsters were torn apart, their remains flung high into the air.

The bloodthirsty monsters were indifferent, their crimson eyes unceasingly slashing with the weapons in their hands.

The Undead Beings cared even less; even with missing limbs and cleaved by eighteen blades, as long as the Soul Flame in their heads could still emit a hint of light, they would fight to the last moment.

Most of these Undead were mid to low-tier, transformed in one great battle after another.

But even if they were just mid to low-tier Undead...

When a Skeleton Soldier, left with only one trembling arm, hoisted a rusty battle axe and struck it upon the white scales of the hundred-meter-long Serpent machinery...

The battle axe cleaved through the scales, leaving a distinctly mottled trace.

Within, threads of Quiet Annihilation seeped in.

A wisp of annihilation might be negligible, but hundreds, thousands of wisps accumulated quickly led to the Serpent machinery being covered in scars, uttering two cries before losing its lifeforce.

"How... how did the machinery become lifeless?"

"These Undead don't have many strong ones among them; how could they quiet-annihilate our highest-level war machinery?"

The floating Orochi legend couldn't make sense of it.

Under normal circumstances, with just Skeleton Soldiers, Skeleton Warriors, and Ghouls no matter how tenfold or hundredfold in number, they couldn't affect this level of war machinery unless these Undead possessed a joint killing move.

Obviously, these Undead had none, simply charging and slashing in the most straightforward manner.

Perhaps after hacking hundreds or thousands of times, one after another, the vast war machines were consecutively quiet-annihilated.

Does that make sense?

The Orochi legend had no time to ponder before seeing a colossal Frost Giant Dragon flying towards him, its mouth brewing a glimmering blue Dragon Breath.

His face turned grim, "High-ranking Undead!"

His Domain surged forward, and the vast Power of Heaven and Earth gathered around him, forming into two hundred-meter-long brown Pythons, coiling and dancing around his body.

Pythons, Dragon Breath, frost clashed mid-air, scattering ripples that easily swept away or froze many of the Undead and monsters.

Suddenly, a sensation of death surged along his spine to the crown of his head. The Orochi legend jerked reflexively, commanding the two giant Pythons to retreat for defense.

But he was still too late.

A ghastly light tore through his Domain, striking him like a blade cleaving through waves, ripping his armor and sending darkness straight into his soul. The Orochi legend's consciousness blurred, and the two giant Pythons could no longer hold together, crumbling from mid-air.

The shadow behind him closed in, its claws tearing the void, blasting him onto the ground.

The shadow took the form of a dragon, outlining claws, wings, and the head with horns, yet its specific appearance was unclear.

This was a Shadow Dragon.

Another high-ranking Undead!

Within the pit, the Orochi legend gazed at the Azure Sky.

Unbeknownst to him, he was the last surviving Orochi legend in the vicinity.

A figure walked up to him, a black cape fluttering.

The consciousness of the Orochi legend lingered on this scene before extinguishing entirely.

...

The battlefield was in chaos.