My military branches can Evolve Infinitely

In comparison, only six Sealed Saint Undead remain.

Initially, there were eight.

When a Sealed Saint Undead falls, the coronated Power of Death transfers to other Peak Law Realm Undead, enabling them to unleash pseudo-saint combat power.

Even so, with the fall of a Sealed Saint Undead, a significant loss of Death Power is inevitable.

The number of sealings is also inevitably limited.

The Twilight King gazed down.

This was his judgment.

Suddenly,

"Huh?"

He seemed to detect something, casting his gaze toward a battlefield at the edge of the island domain.

There,

An Abomination Undead had just extinguished a Primordial Giant Dragon. The Abomination Undead's body was also already in tatters, and even the Power of Death could not mend its fragmented, deformed force and twilight eroded remains.

Its life was like a candle in the wind, about to extinguish.

However,

Even though this undead was already on the brink of death, instead of weakening, its aura surged, and the Power of Death from all around gathered in torrents, enveloping it to form a massive black cocoon.

Though the True King of Twilight was unfamiliar with the Great Force of Necrotic Plague Breath, yet…

"Annihilate him completely."

He still had reserve moves.

Two more Primordial Giant Dragons emerged, swooping down. The surrounding Law Realm Blood and Flesh Dragons also roared, their blood-red giant claws, filled with deforming force, converged and struck down.

Yet at this very moment…

"Unexpectedly, it was the Loathsome General who broke through first."

Dead Bone muttered, somewhat surprised.

Abomination was not the first undead general to slay a Primordial Giant Dragon, but previous victories had not led to transformation.

Dead Bone had thought that the Rank of a Primordial Giant Dragon might not be enough, perhaps needing to slay two consecutively.

At least two.

Whether seizing the opportunity to break through can succeed, quantity, chance, momentum, and innate talent are all indispensable.

The Loathsome General's innate talent seemed quite extraordinary.

"Bones have the Loathsome General, capable of killing in the Saint Realm."

The Loathsome General was undergoing transformation, not to be missed.

The next moment,

The surrounding deathly black mist suddenly surged, instantly multiplying by three! Six times! Nine times!

The deathly black tide that Dead Bone initially stirred up certainly did not retain much, only leaving 'a little bit' of remaining power as a backup to be flexibly used at a critical moment.

However, as the war continued, the deathly black tide and the monstrous red tide collided relentlessly, death was reborn, and under the Great Force of Life and Death Cycle, the Power of Death that filled the land grew many times compared to before.

The reason it was only multiple times larger was because the Death Power itself was enormous.

Even so,

The accumulation from hundreds of small battles could not compare to the current, overwhelming surge.

The Power of Death seemed like a flood, endlessly being born, furiously rushing forth.

Earlier, Dead Bone noticed the True King of Twilight probing, so he cooperatively assisted.

"Bones are waiting for accumulation, waiting for ascension, what are you waiting for?"

He looked towards the True King of Twilight.

The accumulated Power of Death in the heavens and earth was no longer hidden, fully erupting at this moment.

"Boom!"

The immense Great Force descended, several Sealed Saint Undead rose into the void, striking at the Primordial Giant Dragons that had just swooped down.

Among them were previously fallen, familiar faces of Sealed Saint Undead.

"What?!"

The Twilight King opened his eyes.

Then another aura of death began to rise again! Gathering billions and billions of death black mist.

The second giant cocoon of death formed, standing tall amid the clouds and sky.

Crack—

In just a few blinks, the first giant cocoon of death cracked open.

Its form unclear, only seeing the Loathsome General wrapped in thick deathly smoke, stepping out with laughter.

He had ascended!

True Saint!

The undead born of the Great Force of Necrotic Plague Breath could not walk their own Path to Ascension; they could only ascend to the Saint Realm by accumulating death, spreading death, and wielding the glory of death.

All of this had to wait until Dead Bone ascended.

Theoretically, they were not a normal Saint Realm.

Breaking the cocoon to ascend did not require shattering the Holy Realm Gate and took little time.

But in the eyes of outsiders, the Loathsome General's momentum only burgeoned, with his whole being shrouded in more boundless and dense Death Power, but actually...

The Loathsome General had already ascended from a previously Sealed Saint Undead, a pseudo-saint, to now...

A master of Conceptual Great Force, possessing a Concept Saint Body...

A True Saint!

Existence of Great Power in the Holy Realm · Loathsome General!

Indeed, the Loathsome General was just a rather ordinary Holy Realm existence, still a greenhand saint who had yet to completely forge a Concept Saint Body or perfect Conceptual Great Force.

His normal state combat power was far inferior to the likes of the Disaster Fear Dominator.

However...

Before Ascension, Loathsome donned the dress of the Undead Tide and used Death Power as a blade, able to slay a pseudo-saint Primordial Giant Dragon.

After Ascension, Death Power manifested as a genuine crown added to his form. The subordinate imprint with the Death Root Imprint emerged from the Loathsome General's forehead.

The Loathsome General stepped forward, transforming Death's Great Force into a giant halberd.

He grasped it, and with a casual swing, black mist surged forth.

A giant 'Loathsome' character appeared on the Primordial Giant Dragon not far away.

The Loathsome General struck down with the halberd through the air, and the 'Loathsome' character was cleaved in two, the Primordial Giant Dragon let out a wail, its giant body splitting open, with a large amount of deathly black mist pouring out of the cracks, preventing the mutant great force from healing.

With just this one strike, this Primordial Giant Dragon was gravely wounded.

"Ritual?"

"Some kind of death augmentation ritual?"

The Twilight King pondered thus.

He did not consider the direction of 'the Loathsome General achieving Ascension on the spot,' for breaking through during battle was something that only existed in fictional novels. In reality, achieving Ascension requires a ritual, time, and a sufficiently safe place for seclusion.

The entire process of Ascension, no matter how fast, would take ten days to half a month.

And just now, from the appearance of the black cocoon to the Loathsome Undead breaking through and stepping out, it only took a few breaths of time.

It defied logic!

Even though the Twilight King was a True King, wielding vast Great Force, he could not fathom it in that direction.

But regardless of what method this was, the ascended Loathsome was stronger than many Holy Realm Monarchs.

At this time,

A third black cocoon also appeared, enveloping a body of the headless knight general that was shattered.

The second black cocoon shattered accordingly.

A majestic Frost Giant Dragon roared its way into this world.

"This ritual is related to slaying and bestowing death!"

"Yet, the strongest General in the Land of the Undead, the Legendary Life · Dragon of Death, clearly having the most kills, did not meet this ritual's requirements."

The reason is simple,

The Dragon of Death is a Legendary Life, destined for a grand future, while this death ritual...

Since it can instantaneously elevate the mighty, granting an extremely great and exaggerated boost, it naturally comes with massive side effects.

Every gift of power had long since marked the price to pay in the shadows.

But even so...

The Twilight King's eyelid kept twitching.

He was unaware of how long this death ritual's surge would last, the maximum number of these death cocoons; he knew only one thing...

In this confrontation, the rise of death is far faster than twilight.

This cannot continue!

The dusk scene manifested, enveloping the entire Ten Directions Island Domain.

Terrifying Great Force spread out, as if to swallow everything within the domain, including the Holy Realm.

Dead Bone made a move!

"Boom——!"

The projection of the entire Earthly Netherworld emerged, like a sky curtain spanning the horizon, isolating the twilight from the beyond.

Simultaneously, Death's Great Force spewed forth, the tumultuous Stygian River like streams of Death Dragons, originating from all four corners of the domain, aimed directly at the Twilight King.

The Twilight King was not alarmed but delighted.

But he was also annoyed at his own over-caution.

"You are not a True King."

He was very certain.

A True King needs to have a third-order Holy Body, on this basis great power would manifest differently.

And the mysterious undead before him did not.

Just a Great Lord!

No matter how unique, it was just a Great Lord.

Dead Bone did not speak, merely wielded Death Power continuously.

Indeed, he was only a Great Lord, but just now, with the Ascension of the Loathsome General, the Supreme Frost Dragon Overlord, the Headless Knight General, the supreme power of the Necrotic Plague Breath he wielded, had more than...

Tenfold increase.