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"Boom boom boom boom boom——!"

Wrapped in twilight light, the dragon claw filled with the great force of flesh and blood suddenly clawed down.

Swipe——

The mighty conceptual great force washed away the patterns of law in the world, colliding, impacting, and neutralizing with the surging River of Death.

The vast River of Netherworld was almost torn through.

The projection of the Earthly Netherworld that doesn't belong to this world was also torn open by a gigantic crack.

Correspondingly, the flesh and blood dragon claw was eroded by the tide of death, also breaking halfway.

But...

The blood and flesh dragon claw descending from the True King of Twilight was far from just this one claw.

He had ten claws! A hundred claws!

These sharp claws came crashing down one after another.

The first Stygian River was torn apart.

The second Stygian River was torn apart!

Several Rivers of Death spanning the sky were quickly torn through, and then...

Dozens of flesh and blood dragon claws pierced toward the revered figure standing upon the Stygian River.

The grand skeletal figure wearing a crown wielded a sword to slash. At the same time, eight skeletal giant hands extended with a crackling sound behind this revered figure, launching deathly great seals.

Each great seal could rival a full-force strike of a Great Monarch existence.

But, the dragon claws of the True King of Twilight were also enough to rival the full-force strike of a Saint Realm Lord! And these flesh and blood dragon claws, wielding the great force of twilight, were far more numerous than the sword and palm of the Dead Bone.

In three seconds, several skeletal giant hands shattered with a cracking sound, the concept of death annihilated inch by inch under the twilight glow.

In ten seconds, the saint body of the grand skeletal giant was already cracking.

In sixteen seconds, this grand skeletal giant's saint body fractured, fragmented, and turned to dust under the successive bombardments of the True King of Twilight!

The smoke of death completely dissipated under the great force of twilight!

The entire process took only a mere sixteen seconds.

A conceptual saint body of a Great Monarch level existence was thoroughly shattered.

And this was no ordinary Great Monarch, but a top-tier Great Monarch.

Even though,

it was also related to the fact that this mysterious undead expert hadn't retreated. If he had transformed into a concept and roamed the cosmos, without saying he could escape anywhere, at least, he could hold on for a bit longer.

In any case, the disparity in rank and power between the Great Monarch level and the True King level was vividly displayed at this moment.

Only this undead Great Monarch's fall seemed so...

"Eh?"

The Saint Realm beings suddenly discovered that despite the destruction of this mysterious undead Great Monarch's conceptual saint body, the projection of the Netherworld shrouding this island domain and the surging River of Netherworld around still existed.

The black mist of death, the great force of death, still filled this world.

The mysterious undead Great Monarch... had not fallen!

"Indeed..."

The True King of Twilight had already discerned what was amiss.

It was...

"The surrounding Stygian Rivers and the skeletals grounds standing in the island domain... were all actually part of its conceptual saint body!"

Or rather, the existence form of this undead Great Monarch's conceptual saint body was much like the True King of Twilight.

The True King of Twilight encased a huge 'shell' over the foundation of his original conceptual saint body, the shell being a larger saint body.

While this undead Great Monarch's 'shell' was the flowing rivers of the Netherworld, black mist, and the Netherworld itself.

Such a 'shell's' existence was even more ingenious, making it difficult for the True King of Twilight to determine where the undead Great Monarch's true form was hidden.

"However..."

"I admit you are gifted, but in the face of absolute power disparity, all of this is meaningless."

This gap was not merely the one between the True King and the Great Monarch.

It was also the gap in the volume of the conceptual saint body.

After refining the Dragon Sleep Valley, the vastness of the twilight True King's saint body had reached an immeasurable, undefinable state.

This undead's saint body was also immensely vast, transformed into rivers, mist, and the Netherworld, yet it still could not compare to him.

"Twilight will be eternal in this world."

The True King of Twilight unleashed his full might.

Beams of dusky light erupted, blasting rapidly and violently towards the black mist, undead tide, Stygian River, and Netherworld, with his body as the center.

Simultaneously, more and more mutated dragon claws were birthed and extended amidst the proliferation of flesh and blood.

On the grand scale of the saint body, the True King of Twilight could exert a defensive and offensive advantage tens of times that of peers in the same rank.

His true king strike was powerful enough to obliterate everything.

The thirtieth second...

"Rumble——!!"

A large portion of the black mist within the island domain was shattered, with only two or three-tenths of the massive undead tide remaining.

Despite the significant consumption of the True King of Twilight himself, yet...

Death was already on the verge of total annihilation.

The sixtieth second,

Countless black mist and Stygian Rivers within the island domain were shattered again, and the Supreme Frost Dragon Overlord, who had recently ascended, followed the footsteps of the Loathsome General, being explosively destroyed alive by over a dozen flesh and blood dragon claws from the True King of Twilight.

The previously omnipresent undead tide and death black mist within the island domain were reduced to merely a tenth.

The ninetieth second,

The black mist and Stygian Rivers were shattered once more, countless; the death black mist surging within the island domain, leaving merely a tenth.

At the one hundred and twentieth second,

only one-tenth of the death mist remained within the island domain.

At the one hundred and fiftieth second,

at the one hundred and eightieth second,

…

At the two hundred and seventieth second,

the True King of Twilight clearly remembered that he had shattered the tide of undead and death mist countless times, yet just one-tenth stubbornly lingered in this heaven and earth!

No, it wasn't stubborn resilience.

Rather…

"The death mist is constantly regenerating."

"The amount of mist has clearly been decreasing, yet the rate of regeneration and spread is increasing!"

At the three hundredth second,

the mist within the island domain not only did not decrease but instead increased, spreading over one-fifth of the area.

The Twilight King was increasingly feeling uneasy.

He wasn't holding back.

He had long since unleashed his Great Force to its fullest.

To continuously bombard with full Great Force for three hundred seconds is extremely rare in a holy war, not to mention, the more he bombarded, the more the death mist grew.

Yet if he stopped the onslaught, the death mist surged back at him instead.

"What's the logic behind this?"

The Twilight King pondered continuously.

He had never been so serious or tense in battle.

Because his intuition told him that if this continued, he might find himself in a rather unfortunate situation.

In the next moment, intuition turned into reality!

Without knowing when,

three more black giant cocoons quietly appeared.

The two sealed Saint Undead cocoons that had just been obliterated appeared miraculously once more.

Not only that…

"Swish—"

The death mist, which had only occupied one-fifth of the island domain, now spread extensively and surged up.

One after another, Gates of the Netherworld opened within the island domain, releasing endless black mist and undead.

Outside the island domain, roaring Stygian Rivers surged, each revealing legions of elite undead.

Tens of thousands!

Hundreds of millions!

Countless trillions!

The undead were heating up, their momentum unstoppable.

"This doesn't make sense?"

Yet the Twilight King had an incredibly vast Concept Saint Body.

Despite the ferocity of the undead surge, compared to his Holy Body, they were just small streams barely reaching his ankle.

"Small streams? Perhaps not."

In Tianyuan City, Lord Shepherd, who seemed to be lazing all this time, suddenly raised his hand slowly.

In his palm, strands of National Fortune Power were wafting and looming, visible only to himself.

"Lord's Power·Impart!"

Lords can use power to provide temporary boosts to their troops and heroes.

This augmentation usually works wonders for ordinary legends.

But the Lord's Power Mu Yuan commanded had undergone two transformations, now a Great Power.

In his hand, he also wielded immense National Fortune Power.

Lord's Power, Power of the World, National Fortune…

Many Great Forces converged at a point.

An invisible boon descended upon the Dead Bone.

Instantly—

The Tide of Death surged wildly once more! Skyrocketing!

And it swept towards the other Monster Monarchs within and beyond the island domain.

Even allies like the Nirvana Divine Phoenix and Myriad Tide Dragon Venerate shied away.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

"It's infeasible!"

The Blood River Monarch was the first to withdraw from the Ten Directions Island Domain.

The Dark Monarch and Three-headed Monarch also withdrew as quickly as they could.

Seeing this, the Twilight King had no choice but to admit, the advantage was gone.

"Retreat then."

He sighed.

Suddenly, a River of Death, longer than the entire island domain, lay across the Ten Directions Island Domain and the Red Mist Land.

This was the main branch of the River of Netherworld that he had torn apart to enter the island domain earlier.

"This Undead Monarch began planning from the very start of the battle?"